The Queen King Lyrics

Let me down easy

Oh How do I let you go

How is it that I'm so close

Let me down easy

How is it that I'm so close

How do I let you go

How is it that I'm so close

Let me

Wish I was in Ghana

Forreal

I'm not though cause I'm feelin you

But that wasn't the deal

Imma always need food

You wont always be the meal

Always wanna let them feed you

Don't take the pill

Limitless are my gifts

Saint Nicholas got my wishlist

But niggas got me listless

So how we finna fix this

Goddamn, I'm committed

Yeah

Guilty position

Priority is the key to my prison

Still I'm giving

Like all of my best to you kid

Where the rest at?

I should be at home

Making moves

Where the rest at

Activism in decision making

That is the vision

But time is quick and I'm the victim

Gimme a sign like petitions

Looking for someone to say

He won't give up first

Like my daddy, which he might do

But ya'll not the same

It's not your battle

To fight through

Y'all not to blame

But I feel a influence

So I put the pain to the page

Then I could think through it

I know ya don't

Really like it deep unless we fuckin'

But words aint put a bun in the oven

I can't sleep cause I'm feeling unadjusted

Thought I K'O'd but

I'm rolling with the punches

Let me down easy

Oh How do I let you go

Let me down easy

How is it that I'm so close

How do I let you go

Let me

I been smokin' on it

Just to figure out

The shit to let go

But I be draggin' my feet

Wishin

I could be an honor student

In the University of Love

But I be fallin asleep in class

I need a breather

History repeats

Is life the teacher?

Guess it'll be the future when I see ya

I'm feeling on edge like the beaches

Ibiza

We all need Jesus

Who hurt you?

He ain't got a job

Unless we all got shit to work through

(Church)

So I'mma keep weavin', warm in the evening

I'm fuckin with you ace

Got a great poker face

And you sexy

Really warm in the middle

Got me drippin'

Giving in, out of my skin

Even more than a little

Mm mm

This that shit that make you miss stuff

Gentle at the start and

Then I let it get rough

You get the honey

And Ill get the handcuffs

You get the money and

I will make it stand up

You be the bamboo and

Ill be the panda

You be the tree and

Ill be the panther

I got a thing for you

Wanna sting for you

Like a bee

Wanna bring me

Right to my knees if you offer

You be like my food and my water

Got me scared to make it not work

But thats a fantasy, surely

Never-ending story-book

So

I'm out to Ghana shortly

Moving on sure feet

Towards heat

Gotta be my own food

I am made for me

Peace

Let me down easy

Will you let me know

Something telling me you want more

One more time for good luck

I really shouldn't today