Gone Songtext / Lyric

Well I went out with a buddy or two and it was on awe awe-awe-awe-awe on

And we go to the bar about a quarter til 2 and it was awe awe-awe-awe-awe on

And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)

And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)

And we got gawe awe-awe-awe-awe on

And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)

And we got gone (yeah yeah yeah)

And we got gawe awe-awe-awe-awe on

No, not you my lady, I'm illegally parked I know

Pardon my French and my Mercedes

But I have no excuse for this flea market shirt I'm wearin'

My Motley Crew is beastly and we enjoy the starin'

I'm unemployed in dare and

How dare I be so cool with it

So hot in Alabama, sometimes we get snow too

And I'm as rare as a white Christmas in Miami

The temperatures droppin' don't stop, bitch, the oceans getting' chilly

But I'm drivin' (I'm drivin', I'm drivin')

My people (My people)

I'm drinkin' (I'm drinkin')

Get rowdy (Get rowdy)

Yes I jumped off the boat

And I'm sinkin' in my chair cause my beer bottle does not float

Please enjoy the show, I done come up so fast that I'm afraid of heights, I gotta go

Help me down

Or I'll just learn to balance

Somewhere between commercial dreams and music that is valid (Yeah)

My babies need to eat so I create a simple sound

The Fiasco threw me for a Lup-é, I dumbed it down, Slick

Ricky Bobby

, I'm drivin' (I'm drivin')

My people (My people)

I'm drinkin' (I'm drinkin')

Get rowdy (Get rowdy)

Yeah, my people are ridin', in trucks and wheels oversized

In such a world I reside, and you'll let one go if your pride

And enough to give you a bottle, been throwin' troubles around

I got them car keys in hand, I know what the fucks goin' down

Some of these people come sick, so pop their trunk for a gaze

They wanna do bodily harm, they wanna live for the day

We just came to get stupid, so gimmie that bottle of Crown

I take my girl to my Caprice and get the fuck outta town

C'mon girl, and I'm drivin' (I'm drivin')

My people (My people)

I'm drinkin' (I'm drinkin')

Get rowdy (Get rowdy)