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Gone, Gone, Gone
Produced, Composed, and Performed by Megan Wilde

Verse 1
Saw you walk by yesterday
Like you'd never seen my face
Like you couldn't

you edit this
I don't care if you're celibate
I get petulant
Now you switching up
Where the effort went
Shot was way off
You gone need a better estimate

Honey evil laugh oh

Lcve is just a history that they may prove
And when you're gone
I'll tell them my rcligion's you
When Pontius comes to kill

remembering, or
Popping some Method in the deck, getting dismembered with swords
Gone Till November, some D, and yes, Eminem was a tremendous force
But I'm fed

I re-found my self 
Former state of glory 
The child i was untainted by the world 
Seek eternal sunshine 
Erase all memories
'Cause it 'aint where

of minuscule amounts
Trying to shake the ceiling when I spit it to the bounce
They love the way I'm spilling, every syllable he counts
So specific when he shouts

BB

Roy Woods

Say Less

2017

Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by

I've been gone for a minute, I haven't called (baby-by-by-by)
I know that you're not home, work in the morning
You can't sleep,

spirituality waning
Believe in a crystal you're lost in a daze
And refuse being saved by the life truth and way
Call me crazy but I think we're needing a change

your head
But I'll stay by your side until you're ready to leave the bed
I'll stay beside you until you open your eyes
And help you see that real eyes

(Oh ah)
(Oh ahh)
Ooo
Not know to fall in love
Or give my heart away
But it's something different bout' you
On this holiday
When we make love its

Cranberry painted skies
The color of my aura you wanted me to hide
Burning city full of lights
But you’re the one who tried to blow out my candle all

kinda only love you 
when you’re gone babe  

i like you better in my head
i like you better when you're fiction
when you keep leaving me on read 
i'm

Nigga wait
(Uhh)
You're not nigga I don't know who
But you're not nigga
(On the block) you're not
(Where it's hot)you're not
And when it's time to pop

be gone by the end of the week
And I know it's gon' be hard being alone longing for you to be here

The only reason that I'll cry when you're gone

at Queen's Park station
You lost your mind under London skies
Walking down by the city walls
Nothing seems to matter at all
When a zoot's in your hand
No

that you're feeling me, feeling me, 
feeling me loving you until the love is gone
and I know you'd remember my love of september 
when I'll be so far far

gone)
When I tell you I’m gone
(I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone)
If you’d have had me
I’d have given you everything
I hope you’re happy
Now that

ahead of
Most folks by ten years
The hand of God set it
So on Earth I speak prophetic
Publishin papers with no edit
I speak but most don't get it
But

hit and lick
On a fuck nigga I'll take your hoe
Her pussy's worn out when I dipped my toes
So I throw the bitch by the fucking door
Pack your bags just

You know that last lap is always the longest
Cause you see that finish line right in ya sights
And you're right there
But you're gassed, you're tired

Gotta run it like you're being chased down
(By unstoppable machine)
Standing on the edge when you gotta get down
(From impossibility)
Gotta make

won't hurt me 
Ciroc on the rocks with a splash of cranberry 
Hen Dog for my partner dog mixed with the baileys 
That sounds good guess what my nigga  
We

Leader of the Pack

The Shangri-Las

Billboard Top Rock & Roll Hits: 1964

1989

"Is she really going out with him?
"Well, there she is, let's ask her"
"Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?"
"Mmm-hmm"
"Gee, it must be

a bitch by the sixth grade
City really wilder than the street outside a knicks game
Tripping off the jiggas shawty throwing the molly up
We the real mob