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Gone Video (MV)




Performed By: Stephon
Length: 1:39
Written by: Jorja Smith, Columbus T. III Smith, Kwame Nkrumah




Stephon - Gone Lyrics




Hope is what I usually do
Other times when I'm over you
I resist the urge to call you
When I'm drunk and when I'm sober too
Juxtapose my lust against the love that the old me knew
But I'm giving you your space
Just the way you told me to

And the old me grows distant
And the new me won't miss it
And the new me's
Not the old me
So make sure you don't get that twisted
Cuz I've been drug through the mud
And I rose up out the trenches
I learned that every time it rains
It motha f*ckin drenches

When the cash took flight
And we were penny pinching
When the dream seemed out of sight
And I was still out there squinting
That's why I gave you space
And dropped out the race
Cuz you wanted ordinary and that's everything I a'int

I would have ruined you, tryna build me
Hurt you, tryna heal me
I was alone with my mom when she died
And that hospital room is what I still see
I'm unlovable while I still grieve
To love me, and still leave
Was it fake love like a good weave?
I won't know now but I still think

I weigh love well against its worth
Use caution over getting hurt
Instead of trust, yeah I'd rather work
Not to commit but just to flirt
A dominance just to assert
Those twisted facts might get your marked
The libra scale, what you deserve
I done said my peace, now f*ck the world
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Hope is what I usually do
Other times when I'm over you
I resist the urge to call you
When I'm drunk and when I'm sober too
Juxtapose my lust against the love that the old me knew
But I'm giving you your space
Just the way you told me to

And the old me grows distant
And the new me won't miss it
And the new me's
Not the old me
So make sure you don't get that twisted
Cuz I've been drug through the mud
And I rose up out the trenches
I learned that every time it rains
It motha f*ckin drenches

When the cash took flight
And we were penny pinching
When the dream seemed out of sight
And I was still out there squinting
That's why I gave you space
And dropped out the race
Cuz you wanted ordinary and that's everything I a'int

I would have ruined you, tryna build me
Hurt you, tryna heal me
I was alone with my mom when she died
And that hospital room is what I still see
I'm unlovable while I still grieve
To love me, and still leave
Was it fake love like a good weave?
I won't know now but I still think

I weigh love well against its worth
Use caution over getting hurt
Instead of trust, yeah I'd rather work
Not to commit but just to flirt
A dominance just to assert
Those twisted facts might get your marked
The libra scale, what you deserve
I done said my peace, now f*ck the world
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Writer: Jorja Smith, Columbus T. III Smith, Kwame Nkrumah
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Missing Link Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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