Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Now You're Gone, artist - Hilltop Hoods. Album song Drinking From The Sun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hilltop Hoods
Song language: English
Now You're Gone |
Now you’re gone life moves on without you, |
You always wanted me to write a song about you, |
Where to begin? |
I caught her in fling, |
They’ve been asking where you’ve been so I thought I’d fill them in, |
See there’s nothing that I wouldn’t put past you, |
When she got a lot of men that’s the harsh truth, |
You find the truth hard to swallow, gotta ask you? |
Kind regards I’ve been doing well these past few, |
She’s a master with plans and a terrible feud, |
Leaving scars on a man if she’s ever pursued, |
Even after you’re damned and aware of the wound, |
Your beating hearts in her hand like the ‘Temple of Doom', |
She’s a beast in disguise of a sweet song siren, |
That feasts on admirers so keep on driving, |
Unleashed like the virus Calici we’re blinded, |
And weak so she think she can keep on lying? |
Enough is enough its just counter productive, |
When trust is inductive to being so fucked with, |
And love is a high you can buy in a substance, |
Know what? |
Fuck this it was always destructive, |
I’m a let you know I’ve yet you go, |
You’ll never affect my mode get dressed and go, |
You better test the road so step and know, |
Your left alone to be another stepping stone it goes |
She slept on the couch for about four days or so, |
Then left like a southpaw, bout four days ago, |
I’m blessed with a mouth than can outtalk ASIO, |
But from this fallout my poor mouth couldn’t save me so, |
Now I spend my days alone, playing me some Maseo, |
Telephone messages; |
I doubt she ever plays ‘em though, |
CD in the stereo, TV on the radio, |
I was a lover, but the love it couldn’t save me though, |
Baby don’t play me, don’t break me yo save me, |
Don’t make me go crazy like saying don’t taze me bro, |
Maybe you’re right, and it’s all for the best, |
And maybe you’re right, but I’m all you’ll have left, |
When the best friends head for the S bend, |
Less than zero, you’ll need me like a western hero, |
You used to use my chest as a pillow, paro, |
Now my heart is just a target for an arrow |
Every breath you take is filling the, |
Lungs that hug the heart that’s killing me, |
Feelings Suffa foster for her, |
Lost her, not my lover, Billy Jean, |
So pretty please, to a girl so pretty, please, |
You really need to not make me crawl like a millipede, |
Feeling the fool? |
Maybe you’re not fulfilling me, |
But silly me, I’m feeling this Philly’s all I really need like |