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

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, nigga, my candle still lit

Had to swallow my pride, though

Swear it tastes like spearmint

Big up to my nigga with a strap on 'em

I never turn my back on 'em

'Cause 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 fucking rocking chair, nigga

Bad bitch play with my hair, nigga

She 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

C-5

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)

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 the 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 and 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 pondered

Too much was on my conscience 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 profit

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