Gone

Grace

  • 																					(Never get the chance again to touch on me
    Love on me, all you do is smoke my fuckin' weed)

    Swear you'll never get the chance again to touch on me
    Love on me, all you do is smoke my fuckin' weed
    Matter of fact, I need 'em ones off your fuckin' feet
    Tony Braxton, singin', "Boy ain't man enough for me" (He ain't man enough for me)
    To be honest, you ain't never did shit for me
    Flip on me, never would commit to me

    So I threw your clothes on the block, yeah-yeah
    They on the corner in a box, yeah-yeah
    And now I'm changing all the locks, yeah-yeah
    They say you don't know what you got, yeah-yeah, no

    Till it's gone, gone, gone
    Gone, gone, gone
    Till it's gone, gone, gone
    Gone, gone, gone
    And I'm gone
    Oh, gone, gone
    And I'm gone

    Mmh, I'm deletin' all the pictures and the texts from my phone
    Go home and tell your mother she can leave me alone
    You got big dick energy, but, really, it's small
    You the type to wear a 'fit and take it back to the mall
    And I'ma celebrate and take a shot at the bar
    Cuffin' season, chillin' like a cop in the car
    I got a six-figure papi wanna take me to France
    You wanna act like a dog, then you can stay in the yard

    So I threw your clothes on the block, yeah-yeah
    They on the corner in a box, yeah-yeah
    And now I'm changing all the locks, yeah-yeah
    They say you don't know what you got, yeah-yeah, no

    Till it's gone, gone, gone
    Gone, gone, gone
    Till it's gone, gone, gone
    (Till it's) gone, gone, gone
    Till I'm gone

    You'd be lyin' if you say you ain't need me now
    Playin' with my heart, boy, I'll never come back around
    Cease and desist, I have made my decision
    I understand my power and I know my position
    Come gather round, we can light a fire
    Have you ever seen a grown man cry?
    Ran up all his credit, gotta pay the price
    Can you lift your head up, look me in the eyes?

    So I threw your clothes on the block, yeah-yeah
    They on the corner in a box, yeah-yeah
    And now I'm changing all the locks, yeah-yeah
    They say you don't know what you got, yeah-yeah, no

    Till it's gone, gone, gone
    Gone, gone, gone
    Till it's gone, gone, gone
    Gone, gone, gone
    Till I'm gone

Letra enviada por Leandro Lima

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