Im Gone
We could try it, we could try it, but I'm in my heart, you gone
We could try it, we could try it, but I'm in my heart, you gone
You makin' excuses like I'm fuckin' dumb
Playin' these games when I'm already numb
Bustin' and fightin', the fuck is you on
Been holdin' shit back since the day we got on
Are you for real, why you yellin' at me
Been avoiding our convo's
the worst what I think
I've been burnin ganja
let my mind sink
And you said that you love me, I don't feela
Thing
Oh, what's up? What you want
Oh, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Oh, what's up? What you want
Oh, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
And I know it's okay
That I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
And I know it's okay
That I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Girl, you don't even wanna have this pressure with me
I've been drinkin', tryna have this pressure with me
You don't even wanna have the patient with me
No loss in this sauce, all this paper on me
Let's get it
Baby, I'm brand new on my shit
Brand new bag, yeah, brand new bitch
When I pop that Henny, yeah, nigga, I'm lit
Yeah, I know you missed that dick
Oh, what's up? What you want
Oh, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Oh, what's up? What you want
Oh, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
And I know it's okay
That I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
And I know it's okay
That I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
We could try it, we could try it, but I'm in my heart, you gone
You makin' excuses like I'm fuckin' dumb
Playin' these games when I'm already numb
Bustin' and fightin', the fuck is you on
Been holdin' shit back since the day we got on
Are you for real, why you yellin' at me
Been avoiding our convo's
the worst what I think
I've been burnin ganja
let my mind sink
And you said that you love me, I don't feela
Thing
Oh, what's up? What you want
Oh, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Oh, what's up? What you want
Oh, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
And I know it's okay
That I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
And I know it's okay
That I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Girl, you don't even wanna have this pressure with me
I've been drinkin', tryna have this pressure with me
You don't even wanna have the patient with me
No loss in this sauce, all this paper on me
Let's get it
Baby, I'm brand new on my shit
Brand new bag, yeah, brand new bitch
When I pop that Henny, yeah, nigga, I'm lit
Yeah, I know you missed that dick
Oh, what's up? What you want
Oh, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Oh, what's up? What you want
Oh, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
And I know it's okay
That I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
And I know it's okay
That I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Julius
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