Let It Go Lyrics

Just let it go

I'm tired of waisting time

I don't need understatements

I just want the finest lines

I ain't cliche

But I'm Rosé and I like finer wines

I got the brightest mind

So I'm gone get me mine

And I cant fuck wit any stripper bitch

Cause they be blowing lines

But I could grow they vibe

I just might turn a bitch too one

But I won't claim as mine

I told you once

But I'm gone

I told you once but I'm gone

I said I trust you I'm supposed to be the bigger man

You always claiming that I'm scheming

But you had a plan

I know you wasn't trying to skip on me

But maybe catch the slip on me

I gave you part my heart you had an upper-hand

I just cant grip this shit

I'm bouta flip my shit

I'm thinking pull out a banana

Im tryna split your shit

Or maybe stall your car

You think you driving far

But I cant let you get away

I gotta scar your heart

And I be fucking glad we now in different places

I know that that sound bad I had no more patients

You always tried to test it but you never got the best of me

You turned my love to hatred now I see that god was testing me huh

Just let it go

I'm tired of waisting time

I don't need understatements

I just want the finest lines

I ain't cliche

But I'm Rosé and I like finer wines

I got the brightest mind

So I'm gone get me mine

And I cant fuck wit any stripper bitch

Cause they be blowing lines

But I could grow they vibe

I just might turn a bitch too one

But I won't claim as mine

I told you once

But I'm gone

I told you once but I'm gone

I'm fucking pissed off

Need ice on me like it's Christoph

Frozen icicle come lick off

U just need to fucking piss off

For a minute

I cant stand it

Got took for granted

I need to get advantage

On you, yea

On you, yea

I'm fucking tired

It's wired how you

The cause of every fire

And a liar

I swear messiahs

Would think you was for hire

Still won't buy yah

You ain't designer

I bet your last man cheated

On you, yea

On you, yea

You nothing special

You really super extra

I don't know how I'd feel it when Im dealing wit you

I felt the pressure

I guess I had a mess up

I don't know how I'd feel it when Im dealing wit you

Just let it go

I'm tired of waisting time

I don't need understatements

I just want the finest lines

I ain't cliche

But I'm Rosé and I like finer wines

I got the brightest mind

So I'm gone get me mine

And I cant fuck wit any stripper bitch

Cause they be blowing lines

But I could grow they vibe

I just might turn a bitch too one

But I won't claim as mine

I told you once

But I'm gone

I told you once but I'm gone