SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Gone lyrics

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[Intro: DJ Drama]

So for love..

It’s what the game did to us

Yea

It’s what a mean is

[Hook: K-Young]

The wrong man spinnin’

My mind is running around in circles

I can’t even hear the thoughts I’m thinkin’

Cuz I’m gone, I’m gone, gone gone

Cuz I’m gone, I’m gone, gone gone

[Verse 1: Crooked I]

Talkin’ to myself, I tell me Crooked is real as this

Life is a bitch and death wanna steal a kiss

Slap you when you’re born, when you’re gone they feel your wrist

To see if your pulse still exist

Living in the belly, of the beast is a real abyss

Walk in a straight line is what you entertain

Then you slang, you pay your bills, that‘s your yin and yang

The daily challenge to find balance within your brain

There’s something else, living inside your heart other than your pain

I look as life as a lesson

For me to change is like a Rolex for a gift

No better time than the present

If not, I’mma be smokin’ chronic

Drinkin’ on vodka till I choke on my own vomit cause life’s a broken promise

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]

When that Slaughterhouse album comin’? What’s the ETA?

Where that good music at? Where that beat from ‘Ye?

Is Crooked and Yaowa were only in that group to keep

From being in the streets to distribute yay

Is Royce and Marshall ‘bout to link and go their secret way

Is Joe gonna start a show with all his hoes

Like he the protégé of Stevie J for easy pay

Before y’all become a memory

Would y’all please do a song with Kendrick, Young Money, and MMG?

These questions and suggestions they hard to maintain

When you fuck with Flex but you worry ‘bout what Charlemagne think?

Cause you from the D and you don’t get no radio play in ya own home

Long as y’all playing Sean I’m good, I’m grown

Nigga I’m gone

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]

Have you ever tried to stop crying but couldn’t?

Them shots fly in my hood and

Sometimes it’ll force a guy to say bye bye to a good one

Dust some slacks from in the back of that closet and button up

Don’t crumble up, when you approaching his mother that hug is tough

It’ll make you asthmatic, some can’t hack it but look at me

I wear my hat backwards and rap fantastic cuz I’m a G

Royce, pause that block, I ride past that for them B’s

But my niggas mathematics? Bad traffic, still in the streets

As long as they there, I’m there survivin’ for them ones

But they won’t stay there, I swear

I’mma write ‘em out the slums

So when a gun is drawn in the hood, man they good, on my tour bus

Puffing bumping this song, fucking fans feeling lucky we gone

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]

Thought we were defying the odds, I thought that we weathered the storm

I thought that we’d travel the same road, I thought that we’d never conform

Don’t tell me you bastards tricked me, don’t tell me that I was just wrong

Cause now I’m masked and it gets to me, whenever we’re about to perform

Though it was about to heat up, it’s taking a while to get warm

It’s not the fact that I love niggas, and we all get along

I swear done been got

Though we could all se the writing on the wall

And after (?) was really excited as before

Maybe the fact I’ve been solo so long

It’s gotta sport me all or when I’m annoyed and try to avoid

Becoming a victim of loyalty

We was so cuttin’ edge we let the label cut the fucking edge

My address is the fucking ledge

Won’t be unhappy, I know how I get in this state

If I let them fuck me this time, it’ll be considered rape

We were saviours on our own terms

I’ve learned if any three of you have wavered

Let me know so I can wave good… Nah