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Gabby Rose - Stolen Lyrics



Gabby Rose - Stolen Lyrics
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Gut wakes me up
I get the phone call
What a shock to my life
Hearing the words she said
But I don't understand
Repeat it one more time
She said my nigga gone
TheeKidd gone
My 13 year friend gone, gone
I just talked to her yesterday
Your words to me sound insane
Still hear her laugh in my mind
She had pretty brown eyes
Her smile bright like sunshine
Her every word just rewinds
Now I'm sitting here and
I'm so sad, frustrated, vengeful, mad
You were too young to fly
It's not fair, you were working on better
You had so much time
But it was stolen, stolen, stolen
Who do I talk to now that my friend's gone?
Why do all the good ones go?
Her life was stolen, stolen, stolen
Losing you took apart my soul, stolen
Such a good father
Role model, in the hood he's no bother
Takes care of his fam
Carries so much love on his back, a strong man
Nothing to gain from taking you
We feel loss and confusion
It's like an illusion
Rather be delusional
And I'm terribly sad, frustrated, vengeful, mad
You were too young to die
It's not fair, you were working for better
You had so much time
But it was stolen, stolen, stolen
Who do I talk to now that my friend's gone?
Why do all the good ones go?
His life was stolen, stolen, stolen
Losing you took apart my soul, stolen
I'm tired of crying
Gun violence, ya wild'n
Why do ya rip away the angels of the world
I'm fed up with weeping
My heart is just weakness
These mothers are screaming
Can you hear it?
I'm tired of crying, gun violence, ya'll wild'n
Why do ya steal away the angels of the world
I'm fed up with weeping
My heart is just weakness
These mothers are screaming
Don't you hear it?
But it was stolen, stolen, stolen
Why do all the good ones go?
Her life was stolen, stolen, stolen
Losing you took a part of my soul, stolen
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Gut wakes me up
I get the phone call
What a shock to my life
Hearing the words she said
But I don't understand
Repeat it one more time
She said my nigga gone
TheeKidd gone
My 13 year friend gone, gone
I just talked to her yesterday
Your words to me sound insane
Still hear her laugh in my mind
She had pretty brown eyes
Her smile bright like sunshine
Her every word just rewinds
Now I'm sitting here and
I'm so sad, frustrated, vengeful, mad
You were too young to fly
It's not fair, you were working on better
You had so much time
But it was stolen, stolen, stolen
Who do I talk to now that my friend's gone?
Why do all the good ones go?
Her life was stolen, stolen, stolen
Losing you took apart my soul, stolen
Such a good father
Role model, in the hood he's no bother
Takes care of his fam
Carries so much love on his back, a strong man
Nothing to gain from taking you
We feel loss and confusion
It's like an illusion
Rather be delusional
And I'm terribly sad, frustrated, vengeful, mad
You were too young to die
It's not fair, you were working for better
You had so much time
But it was stolen, stolen, stolen
Who do I talk to now that my friend's gone?
Why do all the good ones go?
His life was stolen, stolen, stolen
Losing you took apart my soul, stolen
I'm tired of crying
Gun violence, ya wild'n
Why do ya rip away the angels of the world
I'm fed up with weeping
My heart is just weakness
These mothers are screaming
Can you hear it?
I'm tired of crying, gun violence, ya'll wild'n
Why do ya steal away the angels of the world
I'm fed up with weeping
My heart is just weakness
These mothers are screaming
Don't you hear it?
But it was stolen, stolen, stolen
Why do all the good ones go?
Her life was stolen, stolen, stolen
Losing you took a part of my soul, stolen
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Writer: Dominique Gipson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Gabby Rose
Language: English
Length: 4:15
Written by: Dominique Gipson

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