Gone Lyrics

Turn me up, Sly

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Unn too deep off in my feelings

Too deep off in my feelings

Holdin' back these tears cause I can't cry over no hoe

I had care for you at first but now I want these feelings gone

Sometimes I get in my thoughts and get this feelin' all alone

You don't care if we don't talk, how would you feel if I was gone

This a suicidal message, I don't think I'ma make it to tomorrow

Too deep off in my feelings, drownin' in this sorrow

My heart don't got no love, this shit feel like it's turned to charcoal

Might put this switch up to my head and let this fuckin' glock blow

Yeah, cause I been goin' through it

My brain and heart colliding every day they get into it

Ain't no one I can vent to, so I vent all to my music

And niggas then moved on, a lot of shit I ain't included in

Niggas say that they go get me gone well bitch come do it then

Ready to die too much shit on my mind well send yo shooter bitch

People who said that they gon' hold me down, they don all switched

Too focused on my pape to give a fuck where them niggas went

Lot of promises made but nobody ever kept them

I been all by myself since a lil' kid and I can't help it

New people in my life, can't talk to them cause they ain't felt this

Too much to prove, man, I cannot give up, I gotta make it

Holdin' back these tears cause I can't cry over no hoe

I had care for you at first but now I want these feelings gone

Sometimes I get in my thoughts and get this feelin' all alone

You don't care if we don't talk, how would you feel if I was gone

This a suicidal message, I don't think I'ma make it to tomorrow

Too deep up in my feelings, drownin' in this sorrow

My heart don't got no love, this shit feel like it's turnt to charcoal

Might put this switch up to my head and let this fuckin' glock blow

Just punch in the clock, it's time to spend it, go and put in work

Keep your gun when you outside, don't wanna get put onna shirt

Bitch says she don't care about me, but in my comments, she lurkin

If I was rich and I had money, I'd buy you a Birkin

Spendin' money on these hoes

Splurge it all and make some more

Pull up in the double R for times I walk up in the snow

Monclair bubble on in the middle of the summer, shit get cold

No ice up on his neck but when he seen this glock that nigga froze

Like why you froze

That nigga froze

That nigga froze

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