Gonna Miss You

Gonna miss you, gonna miss you
Tell me what went wrong
Gonna miss you, gonna miss you
You never came back home
Gonna miss you, gonna miss you
And now youre gone
No one can find you, how could this be?
Please tell me this cant be
True

(Gonna miss you, gonna miss you)
Sometimes you got to kick rocks
Tired of you always being mad and pissed of, they saying
(Gonna miss you, gonna miss you)
Now yall cool Im at a stage in life like Pablo
Over the handouts, know me Im sicker
Friends like Bishop
Some days I feel like Draymond when he got tripped up
I ought to go nuts
Dress for success in the platinum gold tux
In the White House singing 'we gon be alright' all night with the POTUS
Yeah, and so I sat down wrote a Hallmark
A couple lines to touch your feelings stared at wall art
Some days I feel like Three Stacks up at that altar
International player like DeRozan I can ball hard
Real friends always pick up where they left off
If I aint the greatest then Im somewhere in the ballpark
Yea, catching all the flies
When niggas wanna pop up when you poppin and wanna ride
Right? Dawg, thats why I seldom join the convoy
I cant share a word if I dont listen to their convo
Then pop, pop, pop
I hit the block and rock them with the combo
A little pop, little rock, little neo soul and Van Gogh yea
Yall like neighbours with the blinds closed
I see you watching bruh, Im like Neo when the time froze
Jordan in the iso
Love me Im your idol
I turn your whole world upside down you look like Wil Myers
Its a stranger thing how Prince left
Still contemplating my next step, they saying
Know when Imma fly like doves
Yall cry like doves, you mad cause we dont show yall love?
'For Us By Us' Solange sing with a shoulder shrug
Becoming a master of not giving a fuck
Somewhere drinking the Reisling up, the season of the cuff
Spoon-feeding yall the illest is us - JamRoc
Like Tip told Phife, Mos told rap, Kobe told ball
Imma tell all yall Im gonna ( miss you)
Like Martin told Tommy
Frank told the tits and punanis look girl
I dont know if he gon
Like Vine Im repeating it
That fake beef yall talking, we dont believe in it
The real you, that is
I dont know who all of you actors is, look homie Imma
Be happy with yourself first
Cant be coerced in needing leathers and purses
When you price assess worthless, Imma spit the shit
That baptize the Christians and all the churches
And those who no longer virgins, Imma