Lyrics Gone - Ocean Wisdom, Lunar C

Gone

Look, they told me stay sane
Don’t smoke your soul away
I get four wheels
That’s a feat, not a rollerblade
I want four meals in a day
Like I’m overweight
I am for real
Not a fake
There ain’t no debate
I see some guys iPods
And it’s loads of Drake
I play my song
Why not listen to O today?
You want the big bars
Me, I want the Oz of haze
Lets make an exchange
Like best mates with SNES games
I don’t play no shit my homie
Fuck a battle rappin' phony
Only real ones get the dokey
O’s inside like macaroni
Swear I got the baitest flows
Plus I got some sicker ones
Catch me watching snuff films
I don’t watch no Chicken Run
I don’t pick no daffodils
Catch me picking sticky punk
Dynamo’s a pal still
He knows that I’m a tricky cunt
I swear I think I’m Ong-Bak
It hurts when I diminish 'em
I swear its Mortal Kombat
It’s perfect when I finish em!
So watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
Until I’m gone!
I know you’ll miss me
I know you’ll miss me
So watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
Until I’m gone!
I know you’ll miss me
I know you’ll miss me
Look I turned up in a top hat
Like I ain’t heard about WhatsApp
Like don’t tell me I’m old fashioned
Like don’t tell me I ain’t got swag
Like mans about it
I’m certified
And I’m rolling round with this Dirty Dike
Swear down the way
That man draws the crowd
Its like they should give me the Turner Prize
So don’t stop me baby
Like spermicide
Watching like you ain’t heard a rhyme
Me and my mandem got chips
You man sucking on curly fries!
Allow this rap pattern
Back track and slow it down
I’m back slanging raps
So I can churn it out
That’s word to wise
I’m known for tryna sing a couple bar
Get my Rag 'n' Bone on like Lah-de-dah-de-dah
But every time I sing they really wish that I would go
And so I start to cry «They only love me for my flow!»
So I’ma be giving them more of that more of that
Tell me my singing is poor and that poor and that
So I be giving them flow and they loving the way that I’m fully performing that,
oh
Syllables falling
I’m fully enthralling 'em
I make em reciprocate
Give em a call and
They give a response
Wizzy the don
I’m on the road
I’m going I’m gone!
So watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
Until I’m gone!
I know you’ll miss me
I know you’ll miss me
So watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
Until I’m gone!
I know you’ll miss me
I know you’ll miss me
They told me stop getting high
Focus on your songs
I said why, Dirty Dike’s the man
And Ocean is a Don
Watch me go until I’m gone
I know you’ll miss me
They said I’m not the second coming but they won’t convince me!
I’m squeezing titties like I’m holding stress balls
She’s pussy-popping like a blow up sex-doll!
While you stitch up yourself
The police don’t need to interrogate
Cause your album sounds more like a fucking confession tape!
I woke up to two bitches sharing my cock
Got straight back on canon
Hair of the dog
Never hungover
Get a steamer in my cupholder
Bout to give these fat lasses a once over
I go out and get drunk til its daytime
At the bar chatting up girls looking disabled
If I’m lucky my brain might think of something to say
Like «Pull my fly down and drink me under the table!»
So watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
Until I’m gone!
I know you’ll miss me
I know you’ll miss me
So watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
And watch me go
Until I’m gone!
I know you’ll miss me
I know you’ll miss me