[Intro]
Oh oh…
Things are gettin outta control
Feels like [bad word] #39; outta soul
Oh whoa oh oh [x4]
Oh..
You’re getting heavy to hold
Think I’ll be letting you go
Oh whoa oh oh [x4]
Oh…

[Verse 1]
My self portrait, shows a man that the world tortured
Self absorbed with his own self, forfeit and shuffle at awards
Worshippin the warships that set sail on my sea of life
Where I see my own self and wonder if we still see alike
We was tight, seein light. Speakin right and breathin life
Now I see my demons and barely even sleep at night
I don’t get high, life keep me at a decent height
As the old me, I predicted all my recent plights
Exhausted, tryna fall asleep. Lost inside my recent fights
Burdens on my shoulders now, burnin all my motives down
Inspiration dryin up, motivation slowin down.

 [bad word] 
Oh oh…
Things are gettin outta control
Feels like [bad word] outta soul
Oh whoa oh oh [x4]
Oh..
You’re getting heavy to hold
Think I’ll be letting you go
Oh whoa oh oh [x4]
Oh…

[Verse 2]
I beggin me don’t let me go
We vow(vowel) like the letter O
They’ll never go our separate ways or spin off into separate shows
Tired of all the wardrobe changing, playin all these extra roles
Filled with all these different spirits, livin off these separate souls
Point of life is gettin hollow, can’t wait for the exit hole
Gimme room to entry room, let me in or let me go
So I can walk around this wilderness, see it for what it really is
Unprepared and filterless
Magnify the youth in me, alibi the shootin spree
Amplify the revolution, sanitize the lunacy
Strip away the justice, justify the [bad word] 
I can see the Lasers shootin out of you and me

 [bad word] 
Oh oh…
Things are gettin outta control
Feels like [bad word] outta soul
Oh whoa oh oh [x4]
Oh..
You’re getting heavy to hold
Think I’ll be letting you go
Oh whoa oh oh [x4]
Oh…

[Bridge]
Sometimes I feel like the world..
Sometimes I feel oh.. like… the world.. is against me
And everything that I’ve done before, I swear we used to be so pure
But we can’t be in love no more, cuz I don’t wanna fight this love
But when I put down my gun, I turn around and pick up one, 
this Uzi weights a ton but I think I’m done

 [bad word] 
Oh oh…
Things are gettin outta control
Feels like [bad word] outta soul
Oh whoa oh oh [x4]
Oh..
You’re getting heavy to hold
Think I’ll be letting you go
Oh whoa oh oh [x4]
Oh…

[Outro - Sarah Green]
Go..go, go [repeats]
Things are getting..gettin outta control
Said it feels like, like [bad word] outta soul
You’re gettin heavy to hold
Think I’ll be letting you go.
Letting you go…