(Absolute, absolute, absolute, it's absolute.

absolute, absolute, it's absolute.)

I need to accept it. I need to accept it. And I'm holding on, but I gotta let go. I gotta let go.

And I'm all alone, a little far from home

How do I get back, when I'm off the track

And I know that I can never return

No backtrack a little hard to unlearn

But I look at everything that I earned

I know that, I know that it's my turn

I be walkin on my own in my head like

I'm a tourist in my zone at a redlight

I be asking all these questions in my bed at night

Tryna figure out how to screw my head on right

And I'm dead on site, look at me now

The brother that you knew is running reds outta town

Who do you think I am and what do you know

I said what do you know?

I need to accept it. I need to accept it. And I'm holding on, but I gotta let go. I gotta let go.

(I need to accept it. I need to accept it. And I'm holding on, but I gotta let go. I gotta let go.)