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The Weeknd - Gone
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
All Instruments
Illangelo
Illangelo
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Carlo "Illangelo" Montagnese
Carlo "Illangelo" Montagnese
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Producer
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
Producer
Illangelo
Illangelo
Producer

Lyrics

Got you, oh, yeah, yeah I got a hold of you, oh, yeah, ooh, whoa You said you out to see how we roll Well, I'll take a seat, ooh, yeah Oh, take a seat and watch your ass go Break it, drop it, drink it, spill it Baby, touch your body, body You gotta taste it, feel it, I've been on it Baby, don't you worry, you gotta keep up 'Cause I've been gone, ah I've been gone, ay I've been gone, ay I've been gone, ooh Girl, why don't you fuck what you heard, baby? 'Cause I've been gone You can see for yourself, little lady Gotta let 'em get me something Something, something for you There's enough to pass around Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Oh well, just break it, drop it, drink it, spill it Baby, touch your body, body You gotta taste it, feel it, I've been on it Baby, don't you worry, don't you worry, you gotta keep up 'Cause I've been gone I, I've been gone, ay, ay I've been gone, ay, yeah I've been gone, oh-oh I've been gone I've been gone I've been gone, ooh I've been gone, I've been gone, whoa I've been gone, gone Hope I make it home, you'll be thinking, love I got the whole city on my side tonight, tonight Watch us rock it out, watch us leave the ground After the show is done, you can take me to yours But my lungs so muddy, I love the way it tastes Drink it 'til I'm ugly, baby, fuck me while I'm faded Feel that through my denims, baby girl, I gotcha I'm only 21, so I do it when I wanna Gone from the codeine, 'methazine, lean Got me feelin' kinda weak, and it's kinda hard to breathe But you're turning 23, so I'll fuck you if you need In your birthday suit, I'ma give you what you fiend, oh But I ain't takin' off my black boots I'm fallin' 'cause I'm numb from the neck down I'm sorry, you won't know that I can't feel it I can win a fuckin' Oscar by the way I fuckin' did it Yeah, you'll never fuckin' know, I'll never fuckin' show it Except when I be wheezy from another cup of potion Dirty Sprite toastin', fast life, fuck slow Low life for life, let the meds flow Ooh, whoa, let the night flow I'm so, I'm so gone, let these meds flow Ooh, I'm so gone, oh, let these meds flow I'm so gone, I'm so gone Said I'm gone, gone, gone I'm so gone Gone
Writer(s): Martin Mckinney, Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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