Kanye West Gone Lyrics

Gone Lyrics

Wished I had told

Ooh was the only one

But it's too late, too late

She's gone



You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi

You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J

See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis

Treat me like the prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay



Brother Numpsay, groupies say I'm too choosy

Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies

Says, she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays

If we up in Friday's, I still have it my way



Gone, we strivin' home

Gone, we ride on chrome

It's too late



Y'all don't want no prob from me

What you rappers could get is a job from me

Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn

I'll show you how I cook up summer, in the win-turr

Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn?

Caught somethin' on the Usher tour he had to let it burn



Plus he already got three chil'run

Arguin' over babysitters like, ""*****, it's yo' turn"

Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you

Even your superficial raps is super official



R-R-Roc Pastille with Gucci on

With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on

Said he couldn't rap now

He at the top with doobie long

'Cause the dookie's on any song

That they threw me on



Gone, we strivin' home

Gone, I ride on chrome

Gone, we strivin' home

We strivin' home

Gone, I ride on chrome



Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who?

Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true

Oh, my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer?

Well here's the deal ma we goin' to the dealer booth



No concealin', no ceiling I don't need a roof

Act up, get out, I don't need you, poof

Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag

Dag, ****** still doin' puff puff pass



Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em

Hey, back in a touched up Jag, Jag

Y'all *****z want Killa Cam, cerebellum

An old man just gon' tell 'em



Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm gone

My last girl want me back then I'm on

Fine stay, you got the grind hey

Came back, read what the sign say



Yes, I know you wanna see my demise

Yeah, you church boy actin' like a thief in disguise

Ain't leavin' my side, see the greed in my eyes

Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi



And that ain't leavin' alive, please believe me

Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and

You can ask Georgia or Regina

The whole West side I explore with the Beamer now



We strivin' home

I ride on chrome

Listen homeboy, move on

That's your best bet, why's that?

'Cause



Uhh, uhh, yo, yo

I been pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone

And tryin' to help his momma with the fact that her child gone

And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon

Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on



But since they got a foul on, what coulda gone wrong

Now they askin' Cons, how long has this gone on?

And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head

'Cause they got me thinkin' money mighta gone to the feds



So I ain't goin' to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed

And when I came the next mornin' he was gone with my bread

And with that bein' said, I had gone on my instincts

And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks



But lookin' back now shoulda gone to the crib

And rented 'Gone with the Wind', 'cause I'da gone about 10

But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar

And heard a ***** talkin' ***t so I had gone to the car



And now the judge is tellin' me that I had gone too far

And now we gone for 20 years, doin' time behind bars

And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes

I guess I gone to the well one too many times, 'cause I'm gone



Uh uh uh

Uh uh uh uh, uh onn, uh uh uh onn

Uh uh onn, uh uh uh I'mmm



Ahead of my time, sometimes years out

So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out

And that make me wanna get my advance out

And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's house



Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin' it all behind

Kanye step away from the lime

Light, like, when I was on the grind

In the one, nine, nine, nine



Before model chicks was bendin' over or

Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man

If I could just get one beat on Hova

We could get up off this cheap-a** sofa



What the summer of the Chi got to offer a 18 year old?

Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro

My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural

Fired a week later, the manager count the churros



Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror

How we out in Europe, spendin' Euros

They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone

I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on



I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's

Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free

But if they ever flip sides like Anakin

You'll sell everything includin' the mannequin

They got a new ***ch, now you Jennifer Aniston



Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm

Shorty's at the door 'cause they need more

Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs

They said sorry, Mr. West is gone