Letting You Go (feat. LaMeduza) - INZO

Last stop at Carter's cigarettes and beer Same old eyes I hadn't seen in years The look on his face was painted mighty tired He's been working that job since before I was alive And sometimes I run through these streets at night and I Can't help but wonder what my life could be like So I take a deep breath Fight off a tear And try to beat that last train outta here I ain't good at holdin' on but I'm worse at lettin' go I tried so hard damn near gave up hope I drink too much I've left and I've sinned Smoked weed strong enough to make Willie grin Oh I know I ain't good at holdin' on Oh but I I'm worse at lettin' you go Well late at night I hear these engines roar It's a new type of speed ain't ever felt before I was Amy's first and she was mine Two years of love exchanged for one of cryin' Yeah I would lay in my bed and pray And I'd ask god why he took her away And I'd think to a time when it was all so clear But nobody keeps that peace around here I ain't good at holdin' on but I'm worse at lettin' go I tried so hard damn near gave up hope I drink too much I've left and I've sinned Smoked weed strong enough to make Willie grin Oh I know I ain't good at holdin' on Oh but I I'm worse at lettin' you go There's only two things in this whole damn town Yeah one will save your soul One will put you in the ground So I ease off the clutch Shed a gear Try to beat that last train outta here

A person who thinks all the time Has nothing to think about except thoughts So, he loses touch with reality And lives in a world of illusions By thoughts, I mean specifically, chatter in the skull Perpetual and compulsive repetition of words Of reckoning and calculating I'm not saying that thinking is bad Like everything else, It's useful in moderation A good servant, but a bad master And all so-called civilized peoples Have increasingly become crazy and self-destructive Because, through excessive thinking They have lost touch with reality That's to say We confuse signs With the real world This is the beginning of meditation Most of us would have Rather money than tangible wealth And a great occasion is somehow spoiled for us unless photographed And to read about it the next day in the newspaper Is oddly more fun for us than the original event This is a disaster For as a result of confusing the real world of nature with mere signs We are destroying nature We are so tied up in our minds that we've lost our senses Time to wake up What is reality? Obviously no one can say Because it isn't words It isn't material, that's just an idea Reality is The point cannot be explained in words I'm not trying to put you down It's an expression of you as you are One must live We need to survive, to go on We must go on