Hoodie Allen - Let It All Work Out-Lyrics lyrics

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Hoodie Allen - Let It All Work Out-Lyrics lyrics

[Intro] Your heart pounds with precision A king dies inside his courts Your heart pounds with precision A king dies inside these doors Let it all work out (x4) [Verse 1] Man She asked me when you come into my college Cause she's all about it I said its 40,000 Dollars she ain't got em' She begs her parents constantly She got A's in all her cla**es But I know she wants the D Look at your kid do the math Running over the game while you taking a nap Vehicular manslaughter when they give me the rap Probably gonna need a miracle to mirror me back Make fans, move units Tim Taylor that's home improvement Cameras follow me everywhere But don't call me Truman Resume is like a Rubik's Cube Cause it's hard to use And I'm hardly using my brain Fans screaming my name dog Well that feeling's always insane The band wagon bout to leave the station So hop right on to that train Always motivated my love Never motivated by fame Blink once it's like what's my age They stressing off of my accolades People tell me I'm doing great But honestly I just can't relate ( I just can't relate) And I'm going through some sh** that got me stressing now But like my homies told me Let it all work out [Chorus] Let it all work out (x3) Let it all work out, work work (x4) [Verse 2] Oh, Let me be the guy that I'm supposed to The person that I envisioned The boy who be all like "told ya" My dream keep getting bigger with every year I get older Some how got my diploma And now own it like Oprah I'm sorry I ain't bullsh** in the minute With all these bridges sometimes I get tunnel vision I'm thinking how I'm bout to cross some long division Only 5'9 but in the center wrong position But I been in the game and I came to ball Send one tweet like I came to the mall Hundred motherf**ers gonna show right up Tried that sh** in Oklahoma city it was lite as f** Mothers drop their daughters off Now they got me running like we never shut the water off Homie take this Carter off I throw trow your a** in gatorade Always been a free agent but no my team they came to play It could be 1 against 100 I promise they'll never stress me out Cause like my homies told me Let it all work out [Chorus] [Verse 3] You know they say like 99% of the things that we worry about everyday Don't even happen So I'm gonna spend all that extra time f**ing your b**h And when I'm done We both could go to Applebee's I'll tell her "you can get whatever you want" She want that appetizer sampler You can't get that sampler But I got it, I got it like that b**h have all the buffalo wings you want Next song