Swift Rhymes, Broken Lines

Letra

Logan Gotta Go [Intro] Yeah, Hope in the house, Pinstripes on—let’s go! You had your turn, Logan. Now you’re out. [Verse 1] You laughed with your friends, thought you’d look so cool, Making fun of my body like a playground fool. Flat chest, big forehead—that’s the best you got? I’m twelve years old, still growing a lot. You were supposed to be someone standing by me, Not joining the crowd when they tried to clown me. You showed me who you are, now I finally know— Pack up your attitude, Logan gotta go. [Pre-Chorus] Uncle Monty says, “Hire slow, fire fast,” With boys, move slow—don’t ignore their past. You might get one strike, maybe three if you’re lucky, But disrespect me once? You don’t get to touch me. [Chorus] Logan gotta go, Lo-Lo-Logan gotta go, You had your time in my world, now you’re out the show. You’ll regret the day you ever treated me this way, But I’m not waiting ’round to hear what you gotta say. Logan gotta go, Lo-Lo-Logan gotta go, I’m clearing out my circle, you’re outside the rope. You won’t be the first, and you won’t be the last— I choose my future, so I’m cutting off the past. [Verse 2] I like the Yankees, got my pinstripes clean, I’m the captain of my life, I’m running my team. I call the balls and strikes—Logan, not you, You stepped up to the plate and showed what you do. You took your swing, but you missed my worth, Now you’re riding that bench while I’m rounding third. No extra innings, no replay show— The ump said “You’re out!” Logan gotta go. [Pre-Chorus] One strike for laughing, two for joining that crowd, Three for thinking disrespect would make you look proud. But I don’t owe three chances when the first cuts deep, My standards aren’t a promise that a boy gets to keep. [Chorus] Logan gotta go, Lo-Lo-Logan gotta go, You had your time in my world, now you’re out the show. You’ll regret the day you ever treated me this way, But I’m not waiting ’round to hear what you gotta say. Logan gotta go, Lo-Lo-Logan gotta go, I’m clearing out my circle, you’re outside the rope. You won’t be the first, and you won’t be the last— I choose my future, so I’m cutting off the past. [Bridge — Rap] Big forehead? Yeah, big dreams inside it, Small-minded jokes? I don’t stand beside ’em. My body’s my business, my confidence glows, I don’t need approval from a boy I outgrew. I’m smart, I’m strong, and I know my name, You joined their joke, now you’re out my game. No hate, no revenge—I’m just closing the door, A girl who knows her worth won’t settle anymore. [Breakdown] Who calls the balls? I do! Who calls the strikes? I do! Who chooses my circle? I do! Who’s getting cut? That’s you! [Final Chorus] Logan gotta go, Lo-Lo-Logan gotta go, You had your time at bat, but you ruined your show. Someday you’ll regret how you treated me this way, While I’m winning for myself every single day. Logan gotta go, Lo-Lo-Logan gotta go, From my heart to the bleachers, everybody knows: You won’t be the first, and you won’t be the last— I let people earn my trust, but I fire disrespect fast. [Outro] Pinstripes on, head held high, Hope’s at the plate—watch that confidence fly. Game over, Logan. You’re out. Gotta go, Lo-Lo— Logan gotta go!