I heard the door slam, and I couldn't tell Was it just the wind, or was she mad again? Oh, hell She's gettin' in her car I hollered, "Baby, is there something wrong?" Thought I heard her say something sounded like I'm gone But these days gone can mean so many things Well, there's gone for good, and there's good and gone And there's gone with the long before it I wish she'd been just a little more clear Well, there's gone for the day and gone for the night And gone for the rest of your doggone life Is it whiskey night, or just a couple beers? I mean, what kinda gone are we talkin' 'bout here? Well, it's gettin' dark out, she ain't back yet Ain't called home, turned off the phone, oh man This might not be good I would've stopped her when she went to leave But I didn't 'cause I didn't really think what I'm thinkin' now I'm still not sure what gone is all about 'Cause there's gone for good, and there's good and gone And there's gone with the long before it I wish she'd been just a little more clear Well, there's gone for the day and gone for the night And gone for the rest of your doggone life Is it whiskey night, or just a couple beers? I mean, what kinda gone are we talkin' 'bout here? Is it the kinda gone where she's at her mom's cooling down She'll come around, or the kind that says you had your chance And she ain't comin' back Well, there's gone for good, and there's good and gone And there's gone with the long before it I wish she'd been just a little more clear Well, there's gone for the day and gone for the night And gone for the rest of your doggone life Is it whiskey night, or just a couple beers? I mean, what kinda gone are we talkin' 'bout here? What kinda gone are we talkin' 'bout? What kinda gone are we talkin' 'bout here? What kinda gone?

(Have you ever been to London?) Ayy, yeah (squat made the beat) Don't you, don't you hate a-? Oh Ayy, oh, save a hoe Yeah, ayy Don't you hate an ol' tricking ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with your leeching ass? Reaching ass nigga, in my DMs tryna, eat my ass Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shirt? In his baby mama crib, riding his baby mama whip Man, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always running to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick Yeah 95 percent of this niggas fake rich The other five percent of this niggas, all bitch Like Too Short said, bitches ain't shit Ooh, 50 niggas in the section, pushing hoes down (yeah) Sharin' bottles, smokin' hookah, they the hoes now (yeah) Know your pussy, I can smell it, pull your clothes down Store-runner, fake stepper, he a whole clown (yeah) What type of nigga spends the night with his boys? You a grown ass man, you a dyke to your boys Same type of nigga booking flights with his boys In the club taking pictures, making bad bitch noise Don't you hate a ol' tricking ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with yo' leeching ass? Reaching ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shirt? In his baby mama crib, riding his baby mama whip Man, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always running to the 'gram every he hit a lick How you online claimin' bodies all your niggas gettin' touched? Whole gang outside, still got your chain took Steady snitching on the 'gram, made the fed's pick you up At the gas station tryna holla, please, leave me alone How you dead broke, not a dollar, but got three phones? Tryna figure out why you flexing? Riding in that loan Your hairline ain't even long, nigga, keep your hat on (yeah) What type of nigga beg a rapper for a pic'? In a section full of bitches, but ain't tryna fuck shit You too excited for these niggas, even got the same fit Buying watches for your boys, but you say you ain't a trick Don't you hate a ol' tricking ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with yo' leeching ass? Reaching ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shirt? In his baby mama crib, riding his baby mama whip Man, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always running to the 'gram every time he hit a lick What type of nigga wear his homeboy shirt? In his, baby mama crib, riding his baby mama whip What, what, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always running to the 'gram every time he hit a lick

Yeah, what trial brings you here? You can't hide What kind of woman makes it harder For everybody she loves? Oh, so much for living in paradise So much for everything I want to know what makes you so cruel She said, "You could learn a lot from me" What trouble brings you here? You can't hide What kind of woman makes it harder For everybody involved? She said, "You could do a lot for me" Oh, I see you noticing me in a new light you don't like But don't we grow in our sleep? So every night, you can't Just where I go when I dream Oh, will she watch over me? (Hah)

I'm caught up On a burning train Going nowhere All for your love When I want something You're hardly there And every time I call You answer, "Babe, I'll call you right back" What kinda love is that? You don't be answering your phone What kinda love is that? What kinda love is that, oh? I'm walking You're giving me the blues Don't know what to do Don't wanna assume but (what is it? What is it?) Is there someone new? (What is it? What is it?) You keep leaving me by myself You're caught up with someone else Don't know what to do (what is it? What is it?) And when I'm ready to go That's when you tell me that you love me When I'm 'bout to walk away You say what I'm feeling ain't true You say I'm your only one But I feel different Stop messing around You better treat me better Don't leave room for me to think that you're no longer mine What kinda love is that? Leaving me open What kinda love is that? Oh no What kinda love is that? Oh I really don't know what to do But I love you We're not the same any more Baby, you really need to change or I'm walking out the door What to do, stay or go You keep taking me for granted 'cause it's hard to walk away 'Cause I'm in love with you (yeah) You do this all the time Stop playing with my feelings (messing with my mind) Oh, every time I leave You won't let go And then we're back to arguing, mmmm What kinda love is that? Baby, hmm-hmm What kinda love is that? What kinda love is that? No Leaving me open, yeah, yeah What kinda love is that? What kinda love is that? That bass is good