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from Thursday

"Gone" is track #7 on the album Thursday. It was written by Mckinney, Martin "doc" / Tesfaye, Abel / Montagnese, Carlo.
"Gone" is track #7 on the album Thursday. It was written by Mckinney, Martin "doc" / Tesfaye, Abel / Montagnese, Carlo.

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I got you
I got a hold of you
Said you want to see
How we roll
We'll take a seat (take a seat)
And we'll just
Break it, drop it, drink it spill it
Baby, touch your body, body
You gotta, taste it, feel it, rub it on me baby
Don't you worry, you gotta keep up
'Cause I been gone, I been gone, I been gone, I been gone

Girl
Why don't you fuck what you heard, baby
'Cause I been gone
You can see for yourself, lady
Girl, I lit you something
Something something, for you
You would love to pass around
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

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

I hope I make it home
You'll be thinking of it
I got the whole city on my side, tonight, tonight
Watch us rock it out
Watch us leave it girl
After the show is done
You can take take me to yours

But my lungs so muddy
I love the way it tastes
Drink it till I'm ugly baby
Fuck me while I'm faded
Feel that through my denim
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

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 won't ever fuckin' know
'Cause I won't ever fuckin' show it
Except when I be wheezy from that other cup of potion

Dirty sprite toastin'
Fast life fuck slow
Low life for life
Let the meds flow
Let the night flow
I'm so gone
Let these meds flow
I'm so gone
Let these meds flow
I'm so gone
I'm so gone
Whoa, whoa, oh
Said I'm gone, gone, gone
Whoa oh

I'm so gone
Gone

Songwriters
McKinney, Martin "Doc" / Tesfaye, Abel / Montagnese, Carlo

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Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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