Testo I'm Gone - Album Version - Tyga feat. Big Sean
Testo della canzone I'm Gone - Album Version (Tyga feat. Big Sean), tratta dall'album Careless World: Rise Of The Last King
You've stolen the sunken dance
You stole it all
I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
You stole it
You've stolen the sunken dance
You stole it all
I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
You stole it all
Uh, lookin' around glass, my future is in the past
I'm rearrangin' my life, I'm single and now I laugh
All of the moments we had, beginnin' it just to end
At the end, still ain't friends, heard I was on your hit list
Damn, now I'm drivin' Ferraris, fuckin' random bitches
People sayin' I made it, but I don't feel too different
Wayne told me, "Close your eyes, they'll never see your
Vision." So I stay ready to die behind these Biggie lenses
Reinvented, Audemars Piguet shit
Just left the hood, word to the fifthies
Bout to cop a Jeep, tear the roof like Diddy
And my city color Purple, no silly
It take time when you plottin' on a beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it, producer witness and see
Niggas standin' on they feet, handicap, get out your seat
Got that boss Lil B sting a bitch, Ali, ah
Compare entitled rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ballplayers
'Cause I'm a dope-ass nigga and a ballplayer
Never save a ho, can't even get a Life Saver
She gon' fuck me way to the top then fall later
So I'ma fuck never call her later
Uh, skinny nigga, got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasin'?
We ain't racin', motherfucker, I'm gone
Yeah
You've stolen the sunken dance
Middle finger to my haters
You've stolen it all
Motherfucker, why you hatin'?
I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
I ain't really wanna do it, but I did it to 'em, nigga, I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
Leave the beach, niggas alone
You've stolen it all
Leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
Even though I'm outta here, nigga, gotta keep it real, I'm gone
She fuckin' with me, these bitches ain't fuckin' with me
Got my mind on my money, my money pilin' up hundreds
You say you did it, I done it, you old, bitch, I'm younger
You fold up under pressure, I'm good, straighter than stretchers, uh
Peckin' my wood, woodchucka chucka
Never gave two fucks, nigga, double rubbers
Dye your color, turn your face to a red Gusher
And your girl stickin' to me like a car bumper
Never depended on anyone, codependent
Kept my thoughts to myself, I don't need opinions
No middlemans in the middle of my sins
Niggas think they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals
I'm detrimental on any instrumental
I ain't pullin' teeth, nigga, better hide your pillow
Chew these rappers to the fuckin' gristle
Bad to the bone, red zippers, might...
Gone
Yeah
You've stolen the sunken dance
Middle finger to my haters
You've stolen it all
Motherfucker, why you hatin'?
I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
I ain't really wanna do it, but I did it to 'em, nigga, I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
Leave the beach, niggas alone
You've stolen it all
Leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
Even though I'm outta here, nigga, gotta keep it real, I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
You've stolen it all
Middle finger to my haters
You've stolen it all
Motherfucker, why you hatin'?
I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
I ain't really wanna do it, but I did it to 'em, nigga, I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
Leave the beach, niggas alone
You've stolen it all
Leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
Even though I'm outta here, nigga, gotta keep it real, I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
You've stolen it all
I'm gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
You've stolen...
B-I-G
Finally Famous in this
I say, fuck sleep, stayed up, fuck you, pay up
Always got a paycheck, never took a pay cut
Payday will be worth all the broke nights I stayed up
So in my cup I'm mixin' up whatever dreams I made up
Not too many young Gs made it where I am
Swear I was waitin' on a doctor, man, patient as I am
I guess that young D-boy made it into a man
With girls half-naked 'round like we finna lay in the sand
Red eyes to Rome and then connectin' to France
With some bomb-ass, fuck that, bitch came straight from Iran
My jewelry made in Japan, I'm off California
Now, where I make my money?
Huh, all the above
I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
Pass them Ds long as a branch 'cause this family tree
Doin' Kush-ups, man, 'cause the weed so strong
I'm a G, plus one, what's that?
That's gone
Said I'm a G, plus one, what's that?
That's gone
You've stolen the sunken dance
You've stolen...
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Michael Anderson, Michael Stevenson, Matthew Raymond Burnett, Jordan Dc Evans, Jeff Kleinman, Melvin Ray Moore, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Matthew Jehu Samuels
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