Gone
by The Weeknd
From the album: Trilogy
Track 17 of 31 on Trilogy (2012).
Duration: 8:07
Lyrics for Gone
Ooh, oh why, oh why Ooh, oh why, oh why Got you (oh, yeah, yeah) I got a hold of you (oh yeah, ooh whoa) You said you out to see How we roll Well, then take a seat (ooh yeah) Oh, take a seat And watch your ass go Break it, drop it, drink it, spill it Baby, touch your body, body You gotta taste it, feel it, I've been on it, baby Don't you worry, you gotta keep up 'Cause I've been gone (uh), I've been gone, ay I've been gone, ay, I've been gone, ooh Goodbye Why don't you fuck what you heard, baby? 'Cause I been gone You can see for yourself, little lady Girl, I lit a little something Something, something, for you There's enough to pass around, oh Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Oh, well just Break it, drop it, drink it, spill it Baby, touch your body, body You gotta taste it, feel it, I've been on it, baby Don't you worry, don't you worry, you gotta keep up 'Cause I've been gone, ah I've been gone, ay, ay I've been gone, ay, yeah, I've been gone Oh, I've been gone, I've been gone I've been gone, ooh I've been gone, I've been gone, whoa I've been gone, whoa Ooh whoa, ooh whoa Ooh whoa, oh, ooh whoa "Hope I make it home" You'll be thinking, love I got the whole city on my side, tonight, tonight Watch us rock it out Watch us leave the ground After the show is done You can take me to yours But my lungs so muddy I love the way it tastes Drink it 'til I'm ugly, baby Fuck me while I'm faded Feel that through my denims Baby girl, I gotcha I'm only twenty-one, so I do it when I wanna Gone from the codeine, 'methazine, lean Got me feelin' kinda weak And it's kinda hard to breathe But you're turning twenty-three, so I'll fuck you if you need In your birthday suit I'ma give you what you fiend, oh But I ain't taking off my black boots, I'm fallin' 'Cause I'm numb from the neck down, I'm sorry You won't know that I can't feel it I can win a fuckin' Oscar By the way I fuckin' hid it And you'll never fuckin' know I'll never fuckin' show it Except when I be wheezy from another cup of potion Dirty Sprite toastin' Fast life, fuck slow Low life for life Let the meds flow, ooh whoa, let the night flow I'm so, I'm so gone, let these meds flow, ooh I'm so gone, oh, let these meds flow I'm so gone, I'm so gone Whoa, whoa, oh, ooh whoa Said I'm gone, gone, gone Ooh whoa, whoa, oh, oh, oh La, oh, oh La-la-la, la, la La-la-la, la, la, oh La-la-la, la, oh whoa, oh La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la I'm so gone Gone
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