Jon Bellion, Beyond This Point - Let Me Do Me lyrics

Yo, man everybody got they own opinion
Y'know what I'm sayin'?
Tryna figure out what we did over here
We gettin' it done jon Bellion
It's not a game go and show 'em Jon
Let's go, c'mon, c'mon

It's like everybody's got tunnel vision
And they can't realize that they're
Scared to admit it
I've just (yeah) been up in the kitchen
Cooking up something that will
Force you to listen
Spent half my life just tryna fit in
Every single crowd I was tryna get in (Yep)
Over time, I started thinking
I should only care about one guy's opinion
Huh there I go again tryna please
Everybody and I feel like I'm
Stuck on my knees
I'm so sick and tired of the fakes and liars


That I gotta stand up and set myself free
I mean
There's a lot you could take from this, man
And if you can relate to this
Keep preaching, and God'll keep teaching
And put your fist up in agreement
Give it to them, Lion!

Who are you? (Who are you?)
Let me ask you a question:
Who the hell are you?
(Who the hell are you?)
To tell me what I can or cannot do
Like I have no clue
Like your freaking opinion's the
Only one I'm feeling, babe
Who am I? (Who am I?)
You tryna play me like that stupid guy
(Stupid guy) like I'll just sit back and
Let that stuff fly (That stuff fly)
And let that stuff slide
(Why don't you) Do it yourself
Take your feelings off the shelf
(Wait a second) Oh, now you're too shy

Let me do me and I'll let you do you
Oh, it don't work like that
See I just think you're mad
'Cause what you make is sad and
What we make is swag, oh

They thinks that time is money
You don't mean nothing to me
They thinks that time is money
You don't mean nothing to me
They thinks that time is money you
Don't mean nothing to me
(Oh, it don't work like that
See I just think you're mad)
You don't mean nothing to me
You don't mean nothing to me
('Cause what you make is sad and
What we make is swag, oh)

See, I think secretly
You can't get enough of me
I switch it up too much
You can't keep up with me
You need to face the facts, 'cause, man
You're stuck with me
You need to suck it up and
Get used to my company
Ya'll like a bunch of rats
Squeaking that chit-chatter
Deep down you scared to spit in
Public you a shower rapper
Wait, you think we hear you talk?
Listen to that mess you spray?
Ron and Lon gon' laugh at that
All I hear is, "Get 'em, J" ("Get 'em, J")

Let me do me and I'll
And I'll let you do you
Oh, it don't work like that see
I just think you're mad
'Cause what you make is sad and
What we make is swag, oh

They thinks that time is money
You don't mean nothing to me
They thinks that time is money
You don't mean nothing to me
They thinks that time is money you
Don't mean nothing to me
(Oh, it don't work like that
See I just think you're mad)
You don't mean nothing to me
You don't mean nothing to me
('Cause what you make is sad and
What we make is swag, oh)

Yeah quick question: do you honestly
Think that your opinion
Is gonna affect how we make music? Hmm
Let me think about that really quick it
Won't at all so please
Keep doing your thing and we'll keep doing
Our thing i just had to
Get that off my chest
But that might just be me
They thinks that time is money
You don't mean nothing to me
They thinks that time is money
You don't mean nothing to me
They thinks that time is money you
Don't mean nothing to me
(Oh it don't work like that
See I just think you're mad)
You don't mean nothing to me
You don't mean nothing to me
('Cause what you make is sad and
What we make is swag, oh)

Let me do me and I'll and I'll let you do you