Let It All Work Out

Album: Tha Carter V (2018)
Charted: 75
  • 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 it all work out
    Work out, yeah

    I'm in this bitch
    Yeah, was on the outside, looking in this bitch
    But now I'm in this bitch
    Yeah, I'm in this bitch
    Tunechi, you a genius
    Looked in the mirror, said
    "Don't let the money come between us"
    I'm loaded, loaded at my earliest convenience
    But fuck 'em, I feel like I got ten middle fingers
    I'm sippin', sippin' in this bitch and poppin' uppers
    Girl, take this, this that shit that give a flower color
    And some bitch named Wonder Woman told me not to wonder
    The crumbs, you only see 'em when the cookie crumble
    Real shit, look at my candle, still lit
    Had to swallow my pride, though, swear it tastes like spearmint
    Big up to my nigga with the strap on 'em
    I never turn my back on 'em
    Cold nigga act like they cool with ya
    But a lot of these niggas be transformers
    A lot of these players be bench-warmers
    The game ain't easy, but it's fair, nigga
    I'ma sit in this throne so long
    'Til it's a fuckin' rockin' chair, nigga
    Bad bitch playin' with my hair, nigga
    Said, "Relax, Tune, baby don't stress out"
    But I got a lot of shit on my mind, though
    She said, "Let that shit work itself out"
    "Let that shit work itself out"

    C5
    Yeah, back in this bitch
    Tune, you left this bitch
    Like you knew this bitch was gon' let your ass back in this bitch
    Let it all work out, let it all work out
    But ain't nobody else like you in this bitch
    Let it all work out
    Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch

    Cita, you a psychic
    'Cause you said there be days like this
    They want a piece of me, I ain't the one that's serving slices
    Please swallow, I had my share of dirty diapers
    Real shit, pussy niggas on that guilt trip
    It'll be on in a heartbeat
    You can't hear no pussy nigga's shit skip
    I fear God, never fear men
    Give back, never give in
    Beat odds, never beat women
    Keep an open mind, let 'em peek in it
    Reach highs, never reach limits
    Need minds, I don't need plenty
    This C5, this for BI and Left Eye, and T-Boz
    When I seen Chilli at a Floyd fight
    I almost asked her to creep with me
    But I was young, and I held my tongue
    But with that tongue, I just keep spitting
    So it all worked out

    And now I'm in this bitch
    And life said, "Tune, you knew me for way too long"
    I never change, you know I been this bitch
    And then she said, "Let it all work out"
    Let it all work out, let it all work out (yeah)
    Let it all work out, let it all work out

    Tunechi you a monster
    Looked in the mirror, but you wasn't there, I couldn't find ya
    I'm lookin' for that big old smile, full of diamonds
    Instead, I found this letter you ain't finished writin'
    It read, "I'm sorry for even apologizing"
    I tried, compromising and went kamikaze
    I found my momma's pistol where she always hide it
    I cry, put it to my head, then thought about it
    Nobody was home to stop me, so I called my auntie
    Hung up, then put the gun up to my heart and pound it
    Too much was on my conscious to be smart about it
    Too torn apart about it, I aim where my heart was pounding
    I shot it, and I woke up with blood all around me
    It's mine, I didn't die, but as I was dying
    God came to my side and we talked about it
    He sold me another life and he made a prophet

    Yeah, and he said
    "Let it all work out" (yeah)
    Let it all work out (I'm still in this bitch)
    Let it all work out
    (Yeah, thank God 'cause I'm still in this bitch)
    Let it all work out (phew)
    Let it all work out
    (But he said remember this)
    Let it all work out
    Let it all work out ("ain't nobody else like you in this bitch)
    Let it all work out (Yeah)
    Let it all work out (and don't forget what I did this, bitch)
    Let it all work out (can't even remember when I didn't, bitch")
    Let it all
    Let it all work out (yeah)
    Let it all work out (now I'm out this bitch)
    Let it all work out (I'm out this bitch)
    Let it all (and it all worked out)
    Love you, Dwayne Writer/s: Dwayne Carter, Jordan Johnson, Myles William, Sampha Sisay
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave
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