[Intro]
Skullpanda, Skullpanda (hey!)
Tiny crown, big agenda
From the shelf to the street
Every city on her feet
[Verse 1]
Queen of the box line, shine in the spotlight
Pocket-sized diva, she still in the limelight
I can keep her on my desk like a secret
Or throw her in my bag, yeah, we leavin’ this weekend
Mini little throne in my living room
Then she in my hand in the afternoon
Snap a quick pic, got the angle right
Same small frame, but a bigger life
[Pre-Chorus]
Who that in my carry-on?
Customs askin’ what I’m on
Sticker stampin’ every song
But her ticket long gone
[Chorus]
Skullpanda don’t need a passport
She just pull up, walk through transport
From London air to Miami heat
Same cool grin, new pair of sneaks
Skullpanda don’t need a password
Every door slide, every gate answered
Paris nights, New York breeze
L.A. sun sittin’ in the trees (yeah, yeah)
Skullpanda don’t need a passport
[Verse 2]
Touchdown London, rain on the window
Tiny trench coat, black hoodie, real low
Paris café, lil’ pose on the table
Red beret tilt, she the cover of a label
New York rush, in a yellow cab
She lean by the glass, watch the meters add
Miami sand stuck to her fresh white kicks
Pastel hair glow when the day flip quick
L.A. hills with the neon sky
She chill by the pool, let the time float by
I just zip the case and we gone, that fast
Same one friend in a thousand snaps
[Pre-Chorus]
TSA like, “What’s this toy?”
“She the queen,” say I, “Not a decoy”
They scan, they smile, then they wave us on
Every border feel like a front lawn
[Chorus]
Skullpanda don’t need a passport
She just pull up, walk through transport
From London air to Miami heat
Same cool grin, new pair of sneaks
Skullpanda don’t need a password
Every door slide, every gate answered
Paris nights, New York breeze
L.A. sun sittin’ in the trees (woah, woah)
Skullpanda don’t need a passport
[Bridge]
From the box to the block (yeah)
From the shelf to the shop (yeah)
You can place her, you can take her
Every spot turn photo op
From my room to the runway
From the subway to the skyway
Every stamp on my page
She already on the next stage
[Chorus]
Skullpanda don’t need a passport
She just pull up, walk through transport
From London air to Miami heat
Same cool grin, new pair of sneaks
Skullpanda don’t need a password
Every door slide, every gate answered
Paris nights, New York breeze
L.A. sun sittin’ in the trees (hey!)
Skullpanda don’t need a passport