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Too Gone
by Khalid
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Now, oh, yea
Oh
I'm sorry if I missed your call
Lately I'm just trippin' off this alcohol
I'm not really into you calling me back
But I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
And I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
And I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
I'm not really used to you calling me back
But I'm way too gone and I'm out of it (hold up)
Way too gone, too many shots of Patron
She wanna ride in a Maybach home
Passed out, I can't pick up the phone
I don't call back, I got tall racks
She want Chanel and all that
Might fuck her one time and I fall back
She think I'm in love, what you call that?
Thinkin' too much, I been sippin'
Said that she thought I was different
I want that money, go get it (go get it, go get it)
Ain't buy the Prada
She bad as hell but she can't get a dollar
Might call you tomorrow
With three freaks and they all tryna swallow
Flexin' up, no 'parture
Got a bitch gon' ride for me
Put my fuck bitch on a Snapchat
Pass her around, she a nat nat
Really not used to you callin' me
I'm in love with the coupe
She too boujee, get the boot
Too gone on the juice
I'm sorry if I missed your call
Lately I'm just trippin' off this alcohol
I'm not really into you calling me back
But I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
And I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
And I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
I'm not really used to you calling me back
But I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
Drinkin' the bottle, I'm out of here
She blow up my phone, I don't care
Ask if I'm high, I'm like, "Hell yeah"
Pull up to my crib with no underwear
Huh, bitch I'm a star
Foreign swerve, one push and it start
Shawty, you smart
Ooh, she a model but she can't get the part
Woah, cup of tequila
Fuck you, I'ma see to
Ride when I need her
Chanel on my sneak'
Maybach with curtains
She tryna hop in
Bitches, I'm blockin'
They keep on callin'
She wanna fuck on my wrist (wrist, ice)
It's lit (it's lit)
Bitches, they takin' pics (pics, pics)
I'm rich (rich)
I slur when I slip a lil'
I got two bitches and I'm in the middle
Ooh, came up from a nickle
That's your girl, got her on a rental
I'm sorry if I missed your call
Lately I'm just trippin' off this alcohol
I'm not really into you calling me back
But I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
And I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
And I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
I'm not really used to you calling me back
But I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
Now, oh, yea
Oh
I'm sorry if I missed your call
Lately I'm just trippin' off this alcohol
I'm not really into you calling me back
But I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
And I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
And I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
I'm not really used to you calling me back
But I'm way too gone and I'm out of it (hold up)
Way too gone, too many shots of Patron
She wanna ride in a Maybach home
Passed out, I can't pick up the phone
I don't call back, I got tall racks
She want Chanel and all that
Might fuck her one time and I fall back
She think I'm in love, what you call that?
Thinkin' too much, I been sippin'
Said that she thought I was different
I want that money, go get it (go get it, go get it)
Ain't buy the Prada
She bad as hell but she can't get a dollar
Might call you tomorrow
With three freaks and they all tryna swallow
Flexin' up, no 'parture
Got a bitch gon' ride for me
Put my fuck bitch on a Snapchat
Pass her around, she a nat nat
Really not used to you callin' me
I'm in love with the coupe
She too boujee, get the boot
Too gone on the juice
I'm sorry if I missed your call
Lately I'm just trippin' off this alcohol
I'm not really into you calling me back
But I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
And I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
And I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
I'm not really used to you calling me back
But I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
Drinkin' the bottle, I'm out of here
She blow up my phone, I don't care
Ask if I'm high, I'm like, "Hell yeah"
Pull up to my crib with no underwear
Huh, bitch I'm a star
Foreign swerve, one push and it start
Shawty, you smart
Ooh, she a model but she can't get the part
Woah, cup of tequila
Fuck you, I'ma see to
Ride when I need her
Chanel on my sneak'
Maybach with curtains
She tryna hop in
Bitches, I'm blockin'
They keep on callin'
She wanna fuck on my wrist (wrist, ice)
It's lit (it's lit)
Bitches, they takin' pics (pics, pics)
I'm rich (rich)
I slur when I slip a lil'
I got two bitches and I'm in the middle
Ooh, came up from a nickle
That's your girl, got her on a rental
I'm sorry if I missed your call
Lately I'm just trippin' off this alcohol
I'm not really into you calling me back
But I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
And I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
And I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
I'm not really used to you calling me back
But I'm way too gone and I'm out of it
