[Solange:]
You got the light, count it all joy,
You got the right to be mad.
But when you carry it alone, you find it only getting in the way,
They say you gotta let it go.
[Lil Wayne:]
Now tell 'em why you mad, son,
Cause doin' it all ain't enough,
'Cause everyone all in my cup,
'Cause such and such still owe me bucks.
So I got the right to get bucked,
But I try not to let it build up,
I'm too high, I'm too better, too much,
So I let it go, let it go, let it go.
[Solange:]
I ran into this girl, she said, «Why you always blamin'?»
«Why you can't just face it?» Be mad, be mad, be mad.
«Why you always gotta be so mad?» Be mad, be mad, be mad.
«Why you always talkin' shit, always be complaining?»
«Why you always gotta be, why you always gotta be so mad?» Be mad, be mad, be mad.
I got a lot to be mad about. Be mad, be mad, be mad.
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love, baby?
[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, but I, got a lot to be mad about,
Got a lot to be a man about,
Got a lot to pop a xan about,
I used to rock hand-me-downs, and now I rock standin' crowds.
But it's hard when you only
Got fans around and no fam around,
And if they are, then their hands are out,
And they pointin' fingers
When I wear this fuckin' burden on my back like a muthafuckin' cap and gown.
Then I walk up in the bank, pants saggin' down,
And I laugh at frowns, what they mad about?
‘Cause here come this mothafucka with this mass account
That didn't wear cap and gown.
Are you mad 'cause the judge ain't give me more time?
And when I attempted suicide, I didn't die?
I remember how mad I was on that day,
Man, you gotta let it go before it get up in the way,
Let it go, let it go.
[Solange:]
I ran into this girl, she said, «Why you always blamin'?»
«Why you can't just face it?»
«Why you always gotta be so mad?» Be mad, be mad, be mad.
I got a lot to be mad about. Be mad, be mad, be mad.
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love, baby?
I ran into this girl, I said, «I'm tired of explaining.»
Man, this shit is drainin',
But I'm not really allowed to be mad.