Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gone, artist - Big Chuk. Album song Gravel Road, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 10.09.2014
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Gone |
| Be patient 'cause you’ll soon see me sittin' center-stage |
| But I didn’t realize how much money it took |
| And the rap game was full of a bunch of liars and crooks (Yeah) |
| Puttin' trust in the man that you barely know (Uh-huh) |
| But you just another rapper, man they come and they go |
| So with the money runnin' low what the hell I’ma do? |
| Start resortin' to the things that the street showed you (Huh) |
| Bought a digital scale and a half a pound of bud |
| That’s anything to get me unstuck out the mud |
| Started buildin' a buzz (Buzz) freestylin' in clubs |
| Doin' shows in the studio, thanks to the plug (Thanks) |
| Nothin' like comin' up but fallin' off is a bitch (Bitch) |
| I’m too big for this city, man I’m tryna get rich |
| I put the pedal to the medal, hair in the wind |
| Told my past, «Kiss my ass you won’t see me again» |
| Way I feel now, I don’t really need friends |
| Put my past in my glass, you won’t see me again |
| I’m gone, gone, gone |
| I’m gone, gone, gone |
| Uh, seein' no potential in my city or state |
| Started pourin' up whiskey and takin' it to the face (Uh-huh) |
| Became the life of the party, I was the star of the show |
| I was drinkin' and druggin', seein' how far I could go |
| Burnin' bridges to my memories, alcoholic tendencies |
| Wakin' up everyday to some new enemies |
| One night stands, makin' overnight friends |
| Gettin' high to get by, no time for no plans (Naw) |
| Never understood what it took to be good |
| My life was a bonfire, I was throwin' in wood |
| Pretendin' like I could, could only weather the storm (Storms) |
| All the relationships I had, been severed and torn (Torn) |
| I’ma ramblin' man, I’ma gypsy on the road (Road) |
| Losin' my soul to chase fortunes untold |
| Nothin' like comin' up (Nah it ain’t) |
| But fallin' off is a bitch |
| I’m too big for this city, man I’m tryna get rich |
| (Uh-huh) |
| I put the pedal to the medal, hair in the wind |
| Told my past, «Kiss my ass you won’t see me again» |
| Way I feel now, I don’t really need friends |
| Put my past in my glass, you won’t see me again |
| I’m gone, gone, gone |
| I’m gone, gone, gone |
| (Yeah-eh) |
| I put the pedal to the medal, hair in the wind |
| Told my past, «Kiss my ass you won’t see me again» |
| Way I feel now, I don’t really need friends |
| Put my past in my glass, you won’t see me again |
| I’m gone, gone, gone |
| I’m gone, gone, gone |
| (Yeah-eh, yeah-eh) |