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(When I find myself in times of troubleMother Mary comes to meSpeaking words of wisdomLet it beLet it be, let it be, let it be, let it beWhisper words of wisdom, let it be)A victim of the manThat substitutes his mouth for his handsSo when he talks, you hear a blam, damnSee, my father figured thatMy mom should be the father figureAnd he'll leave with some bottled liquorBut my mom never stopped the niggaUntil he'll pop for a quickieThen she'll call for the cops to get himAnd I'm like 1, 2, 1, 2, is this mic on?'Cause y'all ain't feeling the songWhat I'm feeling is wrongHey, Dad, you ain't still in the wrongBut a young man's aging and you still ain't calledI'm so stressed that I really need a plaqueAnd I cherish my mom, and it's nice to you, BlackI'm sorry, D-Black, you might have lost your momBut you gained a family in return and you learnYou can always let it be, but you never let it burnSongtexteI'm just hoping it won't be my turnSo let it go like,1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2And when I get to 3I'ma let it all go and let it be (be) (x2)Three See, now on a different note, she's singingBut I'm hearing different notes with every different quoteI'm tryin' tell her I love her but she don't listenAnd when I try to spend time, she ends up missingThe only thing that's stopping me from cheatingIs the only thing that's stopping her from leaving (love)But I don't know if that's there anymore'Cause I find myself staring at whoresAnd she finds herself closer to doorsSo how can that work?But this ain't even the songThis is just for you to hear what's wrongThat's what I'm telling my momBut she knew all along (why can't we all get along?)Stuck on a "He said, she said, I said, you said"I'm so confused I think I didn't say itGot a tight grip but I might slipIt's funny how life hits'Cause Cupid just might miss1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2And when I get to 3I'ma let it all go and let it be, be (x2)(Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it beWhisper words of wisdom, let it be)I'm at a point in my lifeThat the main issue is trying to have a joint in my lifeThey point at my life and laughSee, I got two jobs and I'm still brokeSee, I got bad asthma and I still smokeThe doctor tellin' me that my breathing's getting worseAnd soon I won't be able to spit a verse, now I'm feeling cursedNo turning to my dad 'cause he's too far to look forSo instead I look forward, but I don't look forward to seeing himAt nights I still have bad dreams of being himPeople say, "You look just like your dadYou got his laugh, you got his walk, you got his talk."But I don't got his heartNo, I'm much strongerMy armor is tough for Hussein to drop a bomb on itThe enemy is really myselfThe enemy is really what made me help somebody out1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2And when I get to 3I'ma let it all go and let it be, be Three Aus Songtexte Mania