RDB Rosé - Let It Go

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

Written by:
Ross Small

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