Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Long Gone , by - Dabbla. Release date: 20.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Long Gone |
| Long gone |
| Flight connected to Hong Kong |
| Vodka shot with some blonde ting |
| Stop asking me where I’m from from |
| Bombshell |
| Got the tekkers like Roswell |
| Up all night with that bang bang |
| Start cracking open that nutshell |
| She want the raw shit? |
| It’s all played out, exhausted |
| Don’t believe the bullshit |
| Whether re-recited or prerecorded |
| Yep, get it sorted |
| Your bravery’s never been awarded |
| Can’t fight the forces I know |
| Might not seem supported, but I am |
| Get 'em involved |
| Out on a limb and I’m off on the road |
| I can’t be fucking with none of these devils |
| My levels are spiralling out of control |
| Handing it to them |
| Them man have been told |
| Keep all the money, the power, the gold |
| The spirit, the matter, the body, the soul |
| Isn’t in it unless it’s got something to hold |
| Hold on |
| That’s alchemy |
| Your whole shit’s gone |
| The family stepped over the boundaries |
| Up late rolling bangers on the balcony |
| Don’t sleep |
| Don’t quit |
| Can’t flop, flake, can’t slip |
| You should really have a word with yourself |
| Talking all sorts you really can’t flip |
| Talking that gas you really can’t back |
| Chatting that shit you really don’t live |
| Yapping that air you really can’t walk |
| Bout that fuck I really couldn’t give |
| It would appear not |
| Hear what? |
| Man’ll hit the road |
| Then I steered off |
| Better keep me out of your earshot |
| I bust one big fat thug teardrop |
| Wheel it, jack it, tell him |
| Spin it back and get it |
| Wheel it, jack it, tell him |
| Spin it back and get it |
| Wheel it, jack it, tell him |
| Spin it back and get it |
| Wheel it, jack it, tell him |
| Spin it back and get it |
| Shit’s been weird for a minute |
| Pushed last year to its limit |
| Fucked my way around Asia |
| Came back scowling |
| And got an all clear from the clinic |
| So what was I worrying for? |
| Somebody’s head just got stuck in my jaw |
| They’re like is he skanking or bubbling or |
| Is he skidding around in the blood on the floor? |
| I can’t tell |
| Want enough drugs to supply my dance, then bring a whole cartel |
| How many pounds of your flesh can I fit on this barbell? |
| Change the spelling of your name to a large L |
| And nothing else |
| You ain’t on a wave, go suck yourself |
| Yeah! |
| Still feeling godly |
| Use your features to feed a zombie |
| Still chewing this toothpick |
| Man, I got the new kid telling this teachers on me |
| Just make sure you’re eating properly |
| This diet of pills got me spiralling west |
| Me, I could serve my saliva instead of this liquor |
| So come and get high on my breath |
| Every two minutes I’m flying the nest |
| Pissing you off from a distance again, shit |
| I am a million men |
| Yeah, I do not listen to them |
| I do not back 'em at all |
| Gluing your back to the wall |
| I was just minding my business |
| But all of these cackling demons just happened to call |
| I’m bored of all of you |
| Take you all out, form a queue |
| All their spindly fingers drag a whole giant life story I’m snoring through |
| That’s not what I call a crew |
| Get that plank you call a face sawn in two |
| All them dickheads inhabit your head so I’m still not sure who I’m talking to |
| Wheel it, jack it, tell him |
| Spin it back and get it |
| Wheel it, jack it, tell him |
| Spin it back and get it |