| Gonna miss you, gonna miss you
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| Tell me what went wrong
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| Gonna miss you, gonna miss you
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| You never came back home
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| Gonna miss you, gonna miss you
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| And now you’re gone
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| No one can find you, how could this be?
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| Please tell me this can’t be
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| True
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| Sometimes you got to kick rocks
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| Tired of you always being mad and pissed of, they saying
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| Now y’all cool I’m at a stage in life like Pablo
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| Over the handouts, know me I’m sicker
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| Friends like Bishop
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| Some days I feel like Draymond when he got tripped up
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| I ought to go nuts
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| Dress for success in the platinum gold tux
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| In the White House singing «we gon' be alright"all night with the POTUS
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| Yeah, and so I sat down wrote a Hallmark
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| A couple lines to touch your feelings stared at wall art
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| Some days I feel like Three Stacks up at that altar
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| International player like DeRozan I can ball hard
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| Real friends always pick up where they left off
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| If I ain’t the greatest then I’m somewhere in the ballpark
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| Yea, catching all the flies
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| When niggas wanna pop up when you poppin' and wanna ride
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| Right? |
| Dawg, that’s why I seldom join the convoy
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| I can’t share a word if I don’t listen to their convo
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| Then pop, pop, pop
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| I hit the block and rock them with the combo
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| A little pop, little rock, little neo soul and Van Gogh yea
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| Y’all like neighbours with the blinds closed
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| I see you watching bruh, I’m like Neo when the time froze
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| Jordan in the iso
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| Love me I’m your idol
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| I turn your whole world upside down you look like Wil Myers
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| It’s a stranger thing how Prince left
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| Still contemplating my next step, they saying
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| Know when I’mma fly like doves
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| Y’all cry like doves, you mad cause we don’t show y’all love?
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| «For Us By Us"Solange sing with a shoulder shrug
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| Becoming a master of not giving a fuck
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| Somewhere drinking the Reisling up, the season of the cuff
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| Spoon-feeding y’all the illest is us — JamRoc
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| Like Tip told Phife, Mos told rap, Kobe told ball
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| I’mma tell all y’all I’m gonna (miss you)
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| Like Martin told Tommy
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| Frank told the tits and punanis look girl
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| I don’t know if he gon'
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| Like Vine I’m repeating it
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| That fake beef y’all talking, we don’t believe in it
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| The real you, that is
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| I don’t know who all of you actors is, look homie I’mma
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| Be happy with yourself first
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| Can’t be coerced in needing leathers and purses
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| When you price assess worthless, I’mma spit the shit
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| That baptize the Christians and all the churches
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| And those who no longer virgins, I’mma |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gonna Miss You , by - Rapsody. Song from the album Crown, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп