Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gonna Miss You, artist - Rapsody. Album song Crown, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jamla
Song language: English
Gonna Miss You |
| Gonna miss you, gonna miss you |
| Tell me what went wrong |
| Gonna miss you, gonna miss you |
| You never came back home |
| Gonna miss you, gonna miss you |
| And now you’re gone |
| No one can find you, how could this be? |
| Please tell me this can’t be |
| True |
| Sometimes you got to kick rocks |
| Tired of you always being mad and pissed of, they saying |
| Now y’all cool I’m at a stage in life like Pablo |
| Over the handouts, know me I’m sicker |
| Friends like Bishop |
| Some days I feel like Draymond when he got tripped up |
| I ought to go nuts |
| Dress for success in the platinum gold tux |
| In the White House singing «we gon' be alright"all night with the POTUS |
| Yeah, and so I sat down wrote a Hallmark |
| A couple lines to touch your feelings stared at wall art |
| Some days I feel like Three Stacks up at that altar |
| International player like DeRozan I can ball hard |
| Real friends always pick up where they left off |
| If I ain’t the greatest then I’m somewhere in the ballpark |
| Yea, catching all the flies |
| When niggas wanna pop up when you poppin' and wanna ride |
| Right? |
| Dawg, that’s why I seldom join the convoy |
| I can’t share a word if I don’t listen to their convo |
| Then pop, pop, pop |
| I hit the block and rock them with the combo |
| A little pop, little rock, little neo soul and Van Gogh yea |
| Y’all like neighbours with the blinds closed |
| I see you watching bruh, I’m like Neo when the time froze |
| Jordan in the iso |
| Love me I’m your idol |
| I turn your whole world upside down you look like Wil Myers |
| It’s a stranger thing how Prince left |
| Still contemplating my next step, they saying |
| Know when I’mma fly like doves |
| Y’all cry like doves, you mad cause we don’t show y’all love? |
| «For Us By Us"Solange sing with a shoulder shrug |
| Becoming a master of not giving a fuck |
| Somewhere drinking the Reisling up, the season of the cuff |
| Spoon-feeding y’all the illest is us — JamRoc |
| Like Tip told Phife, Mos told rap, Kobe told ball |
| I’mma tell all y’all I’m gonna (miss you) |
| Like Martin told Tommy |
| Frank told the tits and punanis look girl |
| I don’t know if he gon' |
| Like Vine I’m repeating it |
| That fake beef y’all talking, we don’t believe in it |
| The real you, that is |
| I don’t know who all of you actors is, look homie I’mma |
| Be happy with yourself first |
| Can’t be coerced in needing leathers and purses |
| When you price assess worthless, I’mma spit the shit |
| That baptize the Christians and all the churches |
| And those who no longer virgins, I’mma |