Buddy Wakefield - I Got Gone (Feat. Sage Francis) | Текст песни

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I got gone gone gone
I was throwing my body around like a wand and they were yelling slow down boy, slow down

but I don’t get their rigid rules
see, they’ve held their arms up like people who praise while they doodle in a box between greed and release
as if this doodling speaks for the free, as if in their praise they’re speaking for me
but it’s just talk yall and god damn they can talk
like people who say their alive while they hurdle by a backslide, alibi, technicality, loop holes, and a bolt action judgment
it’s like people in an itty bitty box, who think just because the tops open now there will always be a way to get up, and fly out
and they’ll fly out any time but now
but now they’ve got hate in a smile they’d rather expose so you better be wearing your expensive clothes in this box
because the dark don’t just go through their eyes anymore, it shows them the way they burry the poor
and I don’t know who they are or what they want or where their coming from
because their skin is so thick and deep I can’t tell if they have hearts underneath from a complete lack of a rising beat

so I got gone gone gone
I was throwing my body around like a wand and they were yelling, slow down boy slow down
but I don’t get their rigid rules
yelling at me, slow down boy slow down,
no,
speed up,
be first,
don’t cut,
get it lost,
get it found
learn to fly,
dump this high sake cry
and go pipe wine with a pick up system
alright stop

Am I dizzy god? (yeah ya are)
yeah, that’s what I thought
because from outside the box looking in
I see a people who’ve got old guts, old wits, old thrusts, and regrets for an old loss, on an old goal
which clearly began this fucked up caged in maze no god would ever keep us in
it’s a people who got brought out, shut down, kicked back and meter read by an old hope in an old scene we’ve all been to proud to frame in our bones

so I got gone gone gone
in a bond up dance with dusk and dawn trading skin tight words in perfect form around
an itty bitty box full of people, being born, yelling at me, screaming “what are ya think your doin boy?”
and I just yelled back “yall I’m goin home”

something to ease these fits
so I can drift
lift
instrument
Slow down
slow down

sometimes, all the muffled stuff their talking
all the crap, I catch a word or two just so I know what to throw back, all I wanna do is throw back
to know that I’m not alone, and get gone
gone

I got gone gone gone from the wrong crowd
now I perform long songs on storm clouds
When I enter the room I’m presented with my imminent doom
Soon you could represent the moon
I, tell ya who you are while my tide shifts cause slittles that groom the ocean floor are timeless
takin a stride I’m breaking them wide open, and the can decide frozen inside a shy moment
their prides broken, I Bogart my way through their bone yard, and I salvage parts for my soul soul scared
those stars you worshiped when the sky cleared, are remnants of something that is dead, dry your tears
cause were alive here, currently winning, I’m gonna prolong the game arguing with the ump every inning
and if he ever makes a call in your favor, deny the offer, save the offer when you get to meet your maker,
aint no tie breaker eternity, that’s just a stalemate, some mistake death as a jail break
don’t these cemeteries resemble the prisons? I got scared straight when I saw cell blocks with my name in em
I praised dillin instead of ingesting pain killas, I make a killing investing in grave diggers so

throw your shovels in the air (in the air)
and wave them like you just done care (don’t care)
and if you’re ready to die because you know it’s your time
put them down in the ground and make a home there
get gone


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