Swerv - Gone Lyrics

Turn me up, Sly
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Unn too deep off in my feelings
Too deep off in my feelings
Holdin' back these tears cause I can't cry over no hoe
I had care for you at first but now I want these feelings gone
Sometimes I get in my thoughts and get this feelin' all alone
You don't care if we don't talk, how would you feel if I was gone
This a suicidal message, I don't think I'ma make it to tomorrow
Too deep off in my feelings, drownin' in this sorrow
My heart don't got no love, this shit feel like it's turned to charcoal
Might put this switch up to my head and let this f*ckin' glock blow
Yeah, cause I been goin' through it
My brain and heart colliding every day they get into it
Ain't no one I can vent to, so I vent all to my music
And niggas then moved on, a lot of shit I ain't included in
Niggas say that they go get me gone well bitch come do it then
Ready to die too much shit on my mind well send yo shooter bitch
People who said that they gon' hold me down, they don all switched
Too focused on my pape to give a f*ck where them niggas went
Lot of promises made but nobody ever kept them
I been all by myself since a lil' kid and I can't help it
New people in my life, can't talk to them cause they ain't felt this
Too much to prove, man, I cannot give up, I gotta make it
Holdin' back these tears cause I can't cry over no hoe
I had care for you at first but now I want these feelings gone
Sometimes I get in my thoughts and get this feelin' all alone
You don't care if we don't talk, how would you feel if I was gone
This a suicidal message, I don't think I'ma make it to tomorrow
Too deep up in my feelings, drownin' in this sorrow
My heart don't got no love, this shit feel like it's turnt to charcoal
Might put this switch up to my head and let this f*ckin' glock blow
Just punch in the clock, it's time to spend it, go and put in work
Keep your gun when you outside, don't wanna get put onna shirt
Bitch says she don't care about me, but in my comments, she lurkin
If I was rich and I had money, I'd buy you a Birkin
Spendin' money on these hoes
Splurge it all and make some more
Pull up in the double R for times I walk up in the snow
Monclair bubble on in the middle of the summer, shit get cold
No ice up on his neck but when he seen this glock that nigga froze
Like why you froze
That nigga froze
That nigga froze
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