Gone

[Verse 1: Sayla]
Click clock, they coming with cuffs in a tick tock
While your lip locked with that skank fuck
Poppin’ a couple mollys from the ziplock
You fake fuck, you fuck with the cops, or they fuck with you?
Cookin’ the rock, smoking that smog, you weak bitch what the fucks with you?
I don’t wanna be at your funeral, bruh
It’s time to get straight, get real, get rough, get dough
I’m done with faking I’m mr.nice and all
Giving advice and all, like I don’t vice at all
But man I’ll fight it all, like how you’ll fight it off
But man, you’re speeding in that whirlpool
Blame it on depression that comes with a condescending worldview
Asking the world to blow you, you trippin’
What happened to having a dream? Grey Goose sippin’
I miss you though I see you ‘cause the old you is missing
I’m gone

[Verse 2: Mr.Tears]
Doctor say I’m gonna drain all of my serotonin
And that’s the reason why I’m feeling depressed and I don’t know where I’m going
Suppose to be one pill, but I took another, took another
Suppose to be one deal, but I did another, killed another
Now I seem to be stuck in this life, can I put it pass me?
Truly I’m not doing well but nobody is asking
Used to have loads of friends, now they acting nasty
To get my next hit bruv, I’ve gots to be crafty
How can I like the world if the world don’t like me?
I know I can’t continue on living with this psyche
Used to have dreams and ambitions
Now I’m just looked down on, for the way I be living
Yea I’m kinda fucked up, but don’t tell me how to act
‘cause right now I’m gone, but one day I’ll be back

[Verse 3: Sayla]
This one’s for the good days
Wanted to be Franky like Buble
Guess we passed the due date, so we grew up – thank God
Thought I was doom but badaboom we went from screw ups to Van Gogh;
Or so I’d like to think
Avoid the ice we’ll never sink, we’ve paid the price
Inspire the young, they ain’t trying to bite
If I die tonight, remember me as the one that gave a fight
I never demanded might, just a man with a pen and a mic
Never was I always right, just gave a damn about my rights
And a youth well spent
See, we made all the mistakes so we won’t have to do them again
Heart blue-black again, debt factorin’
I mean if death’s absent today, I’d like to see you my friend
I’ve been here my friend, shit I’ve been you my friend
Chin up, I know just what the fuck you’ve been through my friend
It’s gone