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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Saxophone
Nate Mercereau
Nate Mercereau
Guitar
Adam Turchin
Adam Turchin
Baritone Saxophone
Nick Grant
Nick Grant
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Composer
Nate Mercereau
Nate Mercereau
Composer
Ricky Reed
Ricky Reed
Composer
Nick Grant
Nick Grant
Composer
Samm Henshaw
Samm Henshaw
Composer
Daniel Francis Stanfill
Daniel Francis Stanfill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Producer
Nate Mercereau
Nate Mercereau
Producer
Ricky Reed
Ricky Reed
Producer
Bryan Dimaio
Bryan Dimaio
Recording Engineer
Ethan Shumaker
Ethan Shumaker
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
I don't believe in nothin'
I believe in holding your hand
Go 'head and tell me something
You ain't took to no one else (Yeah, uh)
[Verse 1]
I'm knowin' that you bad for me
But she won't last forever like fast money
'Til God calls, my **** will blast for me
I'm always in the cut, but the passion bleeds
Out, ouch, I'm in love with the dope game
Shootouts, a big Benz and a rope chain
God, family and health with some Coltrane
Preach
[Chorus]
What's the closest I can be to you?
Just enough to know it's real
The way you make me feel, ooh-ooh
The only thing I see is you
I can't let you go (Can't let you go)
I can't let you go, no
I can't let you go, no (No)
I can't let you go, no (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Can't let you go, withdrawals, I keep yelling
Fiendin' to be loved, put the needle on the record
Bad little bitch, call her .38 special
If a **** rush ours, I'll untuck at any second (Woo)
Nasty, gross, repulsive, hocus pocus, vanish
Murder, murder, all my brothers classic
Still, I love this life, don't think I'm past it
Brenda's baby, all my feelings, trashed 'em
Feds, they kicked the door to mama's address
Crackers said my darker skin's a hazard
Knock the features off of all the statues
Think he knows my melanin is magic
Uh, do **** need hope? (Hell yeah)
One more time for my **** on parole
Life is a beautiful bitch that can't cook
That mean **** do anything for a look, ****
[Chorus]
What's the closest I can be to you?
Just enough to know it's real
The way you make me feel, ooh-ooh
The only thing I see is you
I can't let you go (Can't let you go)
I can't let you go, no
I can't let you go, no (No)
I can't let you go, no
Written by: Daniel Francis Stanfill, Eric Burton Frederic, Nate Mercereau, Nick Grant, Ricky Reed, Samm Henshaw, Terrace Martin
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