Gone

I put my foot on the gas
Foot is on the gas and I'm about to go I can't do this no more
I can't do this no more

I knew you was toxic ain't no coming back I ain't dealing with your nonsense
I'm sick of how you move behind my back it make me nauseous
I'm not the type who going tic for tack man you should know this
Foot on the gas foot on the gas
She chasing right behind cause she know a young nigga got some cash right
Done wit yo ass done wit yo ass
I'm tired of teaching you shit that you should know I'm bout to hit the door

Oh uh now I'm trippin
I tried to balance all of this but now I'm dipping
Like gymnastics way my mental state be flipping
It's always been an uphill battle I be slipping
Amber alert just hit yo phone my love went missing
And when you get around yo friends I heard you be sneak dissing
She don't want a check from me she want some sex from me
And I'm confused cause her ass don't even check on me on baby on baby on baby
I just wanna get that oh nana
She want Gucci Prada and Balenciaga that louis vuitton yeah
I don't got no reason you just give me problems
This is just a season no this all the time yea
I'm forever bleeding
I'm the voice of reason and she like the demon she just like a demon she just like a Demon
She tryna prove sum
I got to do sum
She'll make the news huh
Cause I just knew sum

I knew you was toxic ain't no coming back I ain't dealing with your nonsense
I'm sick of how you move behind my back it make me nauseous
I'm not the type who going tic for tack man you should know this
Foot on the gas foot on the gas
She chasing right behind cause she know a young nigga got some cash right
Done wit yo ass done wit yo ass
I'm tired of teaching you shit that you should know I'm bout to hit the door



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Writer(s): Matthew Crawford
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