Текст песни Gone (feat. Clyde Black) - Notebook P

Sweet to sugar
Tissue, booger
We go together
In the weirdest ways
On a different page than them
Surfing our own wave
Cowabunga babe
You're a mood
I'm drowning in your grace
How come touching road feels like we're running away?
You takin me on dates
So quick to compensate
Too much that we relate to
It's hardly a debate, who got my heart on a plate

That's you, that's you
Stuck up on my mental daily
Something like a tattoo
And you're such a catch, ooh
Hope this couple lasts
I could say three words to you, but I'll use four
You got me gone, gone, gone, gone

How you walk like that?
I like where you come from and how you talk like that
Bugatti body look good from the front and the back
I ain't the nigga to gas ya, but I can't walk right past ya
Actually move faster
I like a lil chase in these Japanese Air Max's
Understand my fashion
We can go together like Yohji and Rei, what's happening?
The best, Best Jeanist, you a genius in the flesh
I'm feeling sprung off her ambience in her Issey Miyaki dress
I can't make it to obvious, so I swing her a compliment like
Smile bright, moon light, you and I
Couple drinks, smooth night what you think? One eye blink, uh
These other girls ice rink, uh
Chase to the bread on your plate then they skate, uh
I need me a break, uh
I'm tired of the wait, love
So baby what is?
Push ignition in the whip to my crib what you think? Uh

That's you, that's you
Stuck up on my mental daily
Something like a tattoo
And you're such a catch, ooh
Hope this couple lasts
I could say three words to you, but I'll use four
You got me gone, gone, gone, gone