It's getting closer now We're better off without you Feel the pressure I can feel the pressure And I had to let them go Feeling empty, I can Some things I'll never know Tell me where our time went And if it was time well spent

Seeing you, missing you, such a bitter pill to swallow I'm sorry that I'm here so late And please don't turn my heart away 'Cause without you, I'm so hollow I'm sorry that I let you go It's only when it's lost you know Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh For your love, I

Na na na na When your heart's about to break Sometimes you just gotta say When you're feeling like the world is pushing on your chest Don't let it get to you Sometimes you gotta step back and take a breath When you know some stupid boy's just trying to

Let it all go, let it all go Let it all out now To let it go, oho, oho But if we're strong enough To let it in, in, in We strong enough And I think you know I don't know why, I don't know why We need to break so hard

On the floor? If he ain't Let me know Lemme see if you can run it, run it Girl indeed I can run it, run it I got friends and you got friends They hop out and you hop in I look fly and they jockin'

We can love, we can love And the birds will sing our song in Halcyon The birds will all sing out You're free Love, we go down, we go down Breathe, it's over now, over now A lover sinking in the sea Will let the water fill our lungs

On the floor? If he ain't Let me know Lemme see if you can run it, run it Girl indeed I can run it, run it I got friends and you got friends They hop out and you hop in I look fly and they jockin'

Second floor of my hotel I'm rollin' up bout' to blaze It's on now To this Frankie Beverly and Mase As our days about to pass And our days in the past He said my mind free So my mind free at last

I only love it when her hair long You should listen to this beat through my headphones Yeah, classic hip hop shit Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em We started out moppin' floors And now we front row at the awards Number one for the last twenty years If you

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave