Gone (feat. Kiana Ledé)

Bryson Tiller

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    Gone
    It's all gone, the peace and the romance and it's all gone
    Think it's long lasting, it's all gone
    Blink and you so fast and it's all gone
    It's all gone

    Said we would say goodbye (goodbye)
    Like it's about that time
    This shit is cuttin' too deep
    Can't handle too many strings
    Startin' to pull out the bandage

    No touch, something got between us
    No wish (no wish), too much (too much)
    Keep comin' back to it over and over again
    Run out of love, till we don't have enough (uh, yeah)
    It's all good until it's gone (uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
    Till we can't stop, what bed we on? (uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
    We got not choice but to move on (uh, yeah, uh, yeah)

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    Gettin' too tired to trip
    And now we all out of choice
    We said we'd ride or we dyin'
    We can't keep livin' this way
    I wait for something to change
    I wait so close but so far away

    No touch, something got between us
    No wish (no wish), too much (too much)
    Keep comin' back to it over and over again (over again)
    Run out of love, till we don't have enough

    Even though it's all bad, baby, I'm not trippin'
    Tellin' out of business, mind if I chime in it?
    Why your friends givin' you the hot five?
    Let me tell my side, with it
    Girl, I tried but I'm finished
    Mouth wide, full of grass, mama, hygienes
    I'm loss, I'm tryna stall but at what cost?
    Boss won't let me take no more days off till my debt's paid off
    It's on my, tryna let the pain off, tryin' not to sound bitter
    The thing is, sufferin' in pain can whither us
    So I'm livin' with a stain, I'm with you though you feel like this a given, but it ain't
    Like pearls and champagne, should be switchin' in the rain, girl
    Let all the tears drain, strains, how you tend then give you my name?
    Is feedin' my ego, put you on this plane then get you out of heathrow
    Takin' you to Spain now we here without the ass, now we feelin' our best
    Blessings to the kids, yeah, they keep us in our mess
    I feel like we related, you my blood, you my flesh, ma
    Ain't no tellin' where we at now, that we headed separate ways in the jet
    When I leave, please, girl, don't leave the jet

    Gone
    Bitch, I don't give a fuck if he was a gemini Sun, gemini Moon, gemini jupiter, bitch, stay the fuck away from me

    Song details

    Composition: Leon Thomas, Khristopher Riddick-Tynes, Bryson Tiller, Kiana Ledé, Tre’Von Waters, and WaveIQ

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