Gone

Album: Thursday (2011)
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  • Ooh, oh why, oh why
    Ooh, oh why, oh why

    Got you (oh, yeah, yeah)
    I got a hold of you (oh yeah, ooh whoa)
    You said you out to see
    How we roll
    Well, then take a seat (ooh yeah)
    Oh, take a seat
    And watch your ass go

    Break it, drop it, drink it, spill it
    Baby, touch your body, body
    You gotta taste it, feel it, I've been on it, baby
    Don't you worry, you gotta keep up

    'Cause I've been gone (uh), I've been gone, ay
    I've been gone, ay, I've been gone, ooh

    Goodbye
    Why don't you fuck what you heard, baby?
    'Cause I been gone
    You can see for yourself, little lady
    Girl, I lit a little something
    Something, something, for you
    There's enough to pass around, oh
    Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

    Oh, well just
    Break it, drop it, drink it, spill it
    Baby, touch your body, body
    You gotta taste it, feel it, I've been on it, baby
    Don't you worry, don't you worry, you gotta keep up

    'Cause I've been gone, ah
    I've been gone, ay, ay
    I've been gone, ay, yeah, I've been gone
    Oh, I've been gone, I've been gone
    I've been gone, ooh
    I've been gone, I've been gone, whoa

    I've been gone, whoa

    Ooh whoa, ooh whoa
    Ooh whoa, oh, ooh whoa

    "Hope I make it home"
    You'll be thinking, love
    I got the whole city on my side, tonight, tonight
    Watch us rock it out
    Watch us leave the ground
    After the show is done
    You can take me to yours
    But my lungs so muddy
    I love the way it tastes
    Drink it 'til I'm ugly, baby
    Fuck me while I'm faded
    Feel that through my denims
    Baby girl, I gotcha
    I'm only twenty-one, so I do it when I wanna
    Gone from the codeine, 'methazine, lean
    Got me feelin' kinda weak
    And it's kinda hard to breathe
    But you're turning twenty-three, so I'll fuck you if you need
    In your birthday suit
    I'ma give you what you fiend, oh
    But I ain't taking off my black boots, I'm fallin'
    'Cause I'm numb from the neck down, I'm sorry
    You won't know that I can't feel it
    I can win a fuckin' Oscar
    By the way I fuckin' hid it
    And you'll never fuckin' know
    I'll never fuckin' show it
    Except when I be wheezy from another cup of potion
    Dirty Sprite toastin'
    Fast life, fuck slow
    Low life for life

    Let the meds flow, ooh whoa, let the night flow
    I'm so, I'm so gone, let these meds flow, ooh
    I'm so gone, oh, let these meds flow
    I'm so gone, I'm so gone
    Whoa, whoa, oh, ooh whoa
    Said I'm gone, gone, gone
    Ooh whoa, whoa, oh, oh, oh
    La, oh, oh
    La-la-la, la, la
    La-la-la, la, la, oh
    La-la-la, la, oh whoa, oh
    La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
    I'm so gone

    Gone Writer/s: Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese, Martin Daniel Mckinney
    Publisher: Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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