Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gone, artist - Cam Meekins. Album song :) : / :(, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lamp City
Song language: English
Gone |
| I just wish I just wish for the days when I was younger |
| Cuz I don’t even know what we did last summmer |
| And everybody was lookin' at me and there was nothing wrong |
| Ya boy back on his game, just when you thought he turned his back on the game |
| Put out the illest fuckin' CD that I ever even made |
| I still got ghosts and demons that Ima fight with |
| Still ain’t close to clean, look how I write shit |
| Pen game messy, call me don’t ever text me |
| Beat swings so much, young dizzy go lispey |
| Write with the best of them |
| Hated by all the rest of them |
| But back in high school they wouldn’t even have sex with him |
| Don’t you know I’m like the next big thing |
| I’m contemplating whether I was even made for this dream |
| But young Cam givin' up, thats never gon' be the rhyme |
| But young Cam blowin' up, its about damn time |
| Uh |
| I’m sittin' thinkin' about the choices I’m makin' |
| Cuz everybody got swag, I got high expectations |
| Low self esstem and a couple matching shirts |
| I walk the city streets, but with my beats kickin' dirt |
| And I |
| Try to keep it positive cuz in mind the only place that I can change the way |
| I’m living |
| Get inside, uh |
| I just wish I just wish for the days when I was younger |
| Cuz I don’t even know what we did last summmer |
| And everybody was lookin' at me and there was nothing wrong |
| Why every rapper in the game gotta talk about their de niro’s |
| Just cuz you get paid don’t make you a fuckin' hero |
| Doc told us we was too skinny look in the mirror’o |
| I talk about that real shit, I’m munchin' on my cereal |
| I’m back and forth, all the time with my ryhmes |
| Young schizophrenic, with my rap shit forget it |
| I got a couple bitches I don’t get to text and |
| I’m stuck up in the friend zone, just blame it on a dead zone |
| Don’t get it twisted like illiterate rappers |
| Make that shit you bump to while you sittin' in traffic |
| Modern man in the flesh, steady bottlin' up my stress |
| Let it all out on the page, the bass hits your chest, uh |
| Until you fall off of a cliff or kill yourself |
| Cuz of the bullshit, I hope you can remember I’m on some bullshit |
| Before you rap, let me stutter on the track |
| Before you tell that girl you love her |
| Grab a rubber its the summer, uh |
| I just wish I just wish for the days when I was younger |
| Cuz I don’t even know what we did last summmer |
| And everybody was lookin' at me and there was nothing wrong |