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Your heart pounds with precision
I king doesn't side its thoughts
Your heart pounds with precision
I king doesn't side its thoughts
Let it all work out,
Let it all work out
Let it all work out,
Let it all work out

Man, she ask me when you coming to my college
'Cause she's all about it
I said that's 40,000
Dollars she ain't got 'em
She begs her parents constantly
She got A's in all her classes but I know she wants the D
Look at your kid doing the math
Running over the game while you're taking a nap
??? when you give me the rap, probably you need a miracle to get 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 that feelings always insane
Band wagon bout to leave the station, so hop it on to that train
Always motivated by love, never motivated by fame
Blink once, it's like "what's my age", they stressin' off over my accolades
People tellin me I'm doin' great, but honestly I just can't relate
Now I'm going through some shit that got me stressin' out
But like my homies told me
Let it all work out,
Let it all work out
Let it all work out,
Let it all work out
Let it all work out,
Let it all work out

Let me be the guy that I'm suppose to
The person I envisioned,
The boy who be all like I told ya
My dream keeps gettin' bigger with every year I get older
Somehow got my diploma
And now I own it like Oprah
Sorry I ain't bullshit in a minute
With all this bitches, sometimes I get tunnel vision
I'm thinking how I'm 'bout to cross all this long division
Only 5'9 but in the center on position
But I been in the game and I came to ball
??? like I came to the mall
A hundred motherfuckers gonna show right up
Tried that shit in Oklahoma city; it was light as fuck
Mothers drop their daughters off,
Now they got me running like we never shut the water off
Homie, take this Carter off, I throw your ass some Gatorade
Always been a free agent, but know my team; they came to play
It could be one against a hundred, I promise they'll never stress me out,
'Cause like my homies told me
Let it all work out,
Let it all work out
Let it all work out,
Let it all work out
Let it all work out,
Let it all work out

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 fucking your bitch, uh!
And when I'm done, we're both gonna have happy days
I'll tell her you can have whatever you want,
She want that appetizer sample, you can't get that sample back
You got it, I got it like that
Bitch, have all the buffalo wings you want
It's on me.

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