Intervention (Let it Go) - Saigon

Uh-huh, uhh

Sometimes, in life

You gotta let go of certain things, man

E’rybody got they vice

But you know what though?

All these drugs and all these hoes

I just don’t need it no mo'

I gotta let it go, go (gotta let it go)

I gotta let it go, ohh (I gotta let it go)

And I don’t love you no mo'

And this ain’t home and we can’t grow

I gotta let it go, go (gotta let it go)

I gotta let it go, ohh

Uhh, uhh

For the third time Brian, you need to get it together

Either you let it go or you gon' live with it forever

God grant him serenity so that he could accept the

things that he can’t change or depression is gonna infect him

Forget that chick, she wasn’t worth it in the first place

You knew that scenario was worse than the worst case

Look how fast you got to first base

All the times that she lied to you, think about that look on her face

Hmm, I’m not a Dr. Phil but I could still prescribe a pill

For love sickness, cause I know how a lie could feel

Her look’s my mother, my daughter started fuckin with water

I went from 190 solid to a buck and a quarter

But I’ma recuperate in a hurry

Cause I could stress when I’m buried in a cemetary

And that can be, hey when, you never know

Sometimes you just gotta say fuck it and let it go

Just let, it, go ohh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Ohh ohh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

I gotta let it go (tell 'em again)

Just let, it, go ohh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Ohh ohh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

I gotta let it go

Uh-huh, uhh

I know it’s easier said than done, but you gotta let her run

Go out there and find yourself a better one, son

Even if she look good to your eyesight

None of it really matters if she ain’t got her mind right

So what if the face is a dime?

If the bitch is just chasin some shine she basically wastin your time

Lil' T from Maryland was on heroin

I said «was"cause he copped a bad bag, now we’ll see him never again

Paulie got addicted to medicine

Never ate right, would take flight (Late Night) like Letterman

But whenever he came home momma’ll let him in

He tryin to beat up the drug but he keep lettin it win

Bro said the devil’s at the door, if you let him in

It gets worse than it ever been, he gon' fill your head with sin

But if you lock him out life will get better though

Sometimes you gotta say fuck it and just let it go

Uhh — this sing is for those with the scramblin habits

The gamblin addicts, the fans are fanatics, and Atlanta dramatics

This is a real song, it won’t make the radio

But if you hear it then share it with somebody you know

This is a real song, it won’t make the radio

That’s why I had to say fuck it and just let it go

Ha ha, whoa

That’s why I had to say FUCK IT and just let it, go

Ohh ohh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Ohh ohh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

I gotta let it go

Just let, it, go ohh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Ohh ohh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

I gotta let it go