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Let It All Work Out
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Sampha
Sampha
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Jordan Alexander Johnson
Jordan Alexander Johnson
Songwriter
Myles Moraites
Myles Moraites
Songwriter
Sampha Sisay
Sampha Sisay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Myles William
Myles William
Producer
Reefa
Reefa
Producer
Manny Galvez
Manny Galvez
Recording Engineer
Omar Loya
Omar Loya
Recording Engineer
Jason Delattiboudere
Jason Delattiboudere
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jordan Alexander Johnson
Jordan Alexander Johnson
Producer
Andy Rodriguez
Andy Rodriguez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
M. Testa
M. Testa
Recording Engineer

Letra

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 b- Yeah, was on the outside, looking in this b- But now I'm in this b- Yeah, I'm in this b- 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 f- 'em, I feel like I got ten middle fingers I'm sippin', sippin' in this b- and poppin' uppers Girl, take this, this that sh- that give a flower color And some b- named Wonder Woman Told me not to wonder The crumbs, you only see 'em when the cookie crumble Real sh-, n-, my candle still lit Had to swallow my pride, though Swear it tastes like spearmint Big up to my n- 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 n- be transformers A lot of these players be bench-warmers The game ain't easy, but it's fair, n- I'ma sit in this throne so long 'Til it's a f- rocking chair, n- Bad b- play with my hair, n- 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 b- Tune you left this b- Like you knew this b- Was gon' let your a- back in this b- Let it all work out, let it all work out But ain't nobody else like you in this b- Let it all work out 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 sh-, p- n- on that guilt trip It'll be on in a heartbeat You can't hear no p- n- 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
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Sampha Sisay, Sharif Slater, Jordan Johnson, Myles William Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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