Let It Go*

Lyrics

[Intro: Billie Eillish & Quelly Woo] Our time is up Your eyes are shut I won't get to tell you what (Yeah) I needed you to know (Huh) All the pain, had to let it go It's dark enough (Yeah) The moonlight doesn't show (Pour a four, just to let it—, all the pain, had to let it—) And all my love (Yeah) Could never bring you home All the pain had to let it—, huh, like [Chorus] All the pain, had to let it go Pour a four, I can't let it show You down bad, yeah, I been there before I know it hurt to the core Havin' doubts that you'd make it far Probably made a wish to a shootin' star Talkin' to the moon like I'm Bruno Mars (Yea Sho) [Verse] Make a movie on thе weekend I'm a Starboy, like The Weeknd Bеnd your block in the evenin' Send shots, watch his body descend I got hoes in every region, I got fans in Egypt Duppy make you meet the deacon 100 Clocc crippin', my only allegiance Call up the 'ooter, cause he move strategic And the way he shoot prestigious, can't believe he failed his regents And my suvy so malicious, Quelly Woo, ambitious I just need some recognition, call the suvy, he sadistic, uh-huh, yeah Turn wounds into wisdom, free the members out the system Tan a opp, call it heroism, but they call it terrorism, huh, huh Gotta get it how you live it, know the members steady feel it, uh-huh, yeah Turn wounds into wisdom, free the members out the system Tan a opp, call it heroism, but they call it terrorism, huh, huh Gotta get it how you live it, know the members steady feel it Don't show no money, huh, show what that money do Down bad, now all my hundreds blue Thirty-four on my back, nigga, I'm the truth Cash out Dior, then I go eat at Ruth, huh, huh Then I go eat at Ruth (Yea Sho) [Chorus] All the pain, had to let it go Pour a four, I can't let it show You down bad, yeah, I been there before I know it hurt to the core Havin' doubts that you'd make it far Probably made a wish to a shootin' star Talkin' to the moon like I'm Bruno Mars All the pain, had to let it go Pour a four, I can't let it show You down bad, yeah, I been there before I know it hurt to the core Havin' doubts that you'd make it far Probably made a wish to a shootin' star Talkin' to the moon like I'm Bruno Mars [Outro: Billie Eillish] There's no more stars to find And I'm too far behind And I'd love to let you go