I gotta let go and let God Take the wheel on this road ahead— Yeah, it’s bumpy, bruised, and broken, But there’s a mansion waitin’ when I’m dead. I walk with sinners, kick it with saints, I ain’t no Samaritan, And this song? It ain’t for who you think. It’s for you— Not the ones you sit and think about, Not the ones who drain your peace, Who throw red flags over minor beef And blow up like minors in a mine Thinkin’ they hittin’ gold But all they find is time Wasted. The eruption ain’t what they thought, Just a spark turned sirens When the cops showed up And the moment got grown Real fast. So I let go, Let God, And keep movin’ past.