LYRICS
编曲 : LHBeats
Original song: PinkPantheress - Passion & Playboi Carti - Let it go
Playboi Carti - Ft. PinkPantheress - Let it go (FILP)
Said I had to clear out my head
But tonight, I think I lost the plot instead
I said that I'd be cleared out by three
To the walls, I know they listen to me
The teachers always called it a shame
They say I don't have passion the same
As I did a few years before
They don’t see the light there anymore
I think the zanas' tryna tell me something
I came in with a cool hundred
And I got some bees comin'
And I got some bees callin'
Uh, yeah
I'm with Drop, got that pass goin' for the low
Save a Pee, save a Old, save it for the low
If she talk, I'm in love, I'ma let it go
Let it go on your book, we gon' do a show
Let it go on your book, I'ma do a show
He a push, he a opus, he gon' call the pole'
All my nicky, they on go, they on punkin' go
Got the pole with the scope, know I keep a pole
Why these nicky, why these mans actin' lome holes?
In my Ksubi jeans
Uh, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
That bee all on me
TerRio, TerRio, TerRio
Got a striker bee that bend on me
J. Lo, J. Lo, J. Lo
Said I had to clear out my head
But tonight, I think I lost the plot instead
I said that I'd be cleared out by three
To the walls, I know they listen to me
The teachers always called it a shame
They say I don't have passion the same
As I did a few years before
They don't see the light there anymore
I'm with Drop, got that pack goin' for the low
Save a Pee, save a Old, save it for the low
If she talk, I'm in love, I'ma let it go
Let it go on your book, we gon' do a show
Punk that bee, I go too dumb
Rick Owens on top of ones
We don't do no one-on-ones
Put that zana on your tongue
Rock the show out like a punk
She the type of bee that love to punk
Baby, you the chosen one
And, baby, I don't punk with none
Fell asleep in LA, woke up to the sun, ooh
Punk my Pole, he know I got hella gones (Yeah)
Ooh, and shoutout my OG, he know he keep in one, uh
Punk that school, he know I bring the punk
Hat him with the pound, leave him in the trunk
Uh, would have punked your baby but it stunk
Uh, beef a nicky as, leave a negro lost
Said I had to clear out my head
But tonight, I think I lost the plot instead
I said that I'd be cleared out by three
To the walls, I know they listen to me
The teachers always called it a shame
They say I don't have passion the same
As I did a few years before
They don't see the light there anymore