Gone By the Morning
She like, "Hold on, where you going"
Baby I cannot deal no more
Put my clothes on and get to going
No your love is not real no more
I'm packing my things and I'm going
And you popping them pills some more
I hope you know where you going
'Cause I'll be gone by the morning
These bitches be wicked nigga
You can't trust them
These bullets from hell nigga
You can't bless them
This shit got my head above the rim
While my heart hanging from a tree limb
These bitches lie to you for no reason
These bitches change up like the season
These niggas change up like the season
I'm still waiting for a reason
But I gotta get to the cake
You can be in the house with no food, but still have a lot on your plate
She like "Darko, you so cool"
I still won't take her on a date
Niggas talk everyday, but that don't mean that they having they way
Real love, I don't know what that is
She say she wanna take real drugs
Told her go find 'em then
She like, "Hold on, where you going"
Baby I cannot deal no more
Put my clothes on and get to going
No your love is not real no more
I'm packing my things and I'm going
And you popping them pills some more
I hope you know where you going
'Cause I'll be gone by the morning
She like, "Hold on, where you going"
Put my clothes on and get to going
I'm packing my things and I'm going
I hope you know where you going
'Cause I'll be gone by the morning
Baby I cannot deal no more
Put my clothes on and get to going
No your love is not real no more
I'm packing my things and I'm going
And you popping them pills some more
I hope you know where you going
'Cause I'll be gone by the morning
These bitches be wicked nigga
You can't trust them
These bullets from hell nigga
You can't bless them
This shit got my head above the rim
While my heart hanging from a tree limb
These bitches lie to you for no reason
These bitches change up like the season
These niggas change up like the season
I'm still waiting for a reason
But I gotta get to the cake
You can be in the house with no food, but still have a lot on your plate
She like "Darko, you so cool"
I still won't take her on a date
Niggas talk everyday, but that don't mean that they having they way
Real love, I don't know what that is
She say she wanna take real drugs
Told her go find 'em then
She like, "Hold on, where you going"
Baby I cannot deal no more
Put my clothes on and get to going
No your love is not real no more
I'm packing my things and I'm going
And you popping them pills some more
I hope you know where you going
'Cause I'll be gone by the morning
She like, "Hold on, where you going"
Put my clothes on and get to going
I'm packing my things and I'm going
I hope you know where you going
'Cause I'll be gone by the morning
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Writer(s): Jajuan Hand
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