Kelly Rowland Lyrics
Gone Lyrics
Hey love, thought that Iâd just share my day
It felt a little bit crazy, baby
I cleaned the closet so Iâm out of your way
I guess you can have your space
Well, I thought that I should write a letter
And I thought this would be better, donât yell...
Thereâs a million ways that I could tell you
But I think Iâd rather show you itâs over
And I wonât be back no more
Donât you know, it seems to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Donât you know, it seems to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers
Now you donât want to play
Donât you know, it seems to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Oh love - your dinnerâs waiting down the street...
And you can have it your way
So... the mess you made is yours to clean
So donât be looking at me
See, I donât mean to disrespect you
But I think you couldâve done me better, donât you?
You fool
Thereâs a million ways that I could tell you
But I think Iâd rather show you itâs over
And I wonât be back no more
Donât you know, it seems to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Donât you know, it seems to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers
Now you donât want to play
Donât you know, it seems to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Where you going? What you doing?
Oh, you must be at the point
Where you canât take this no more
So you grabbinâ your stuff, walkinâ out the door
Movinâ so fast, forgot what we was even arguing for
Man, I know you like the back of my hand
You like to break up then make up
Roll me a joint soon as I wake up
When I put it down, mess up your makeup
Everything provided when youâre rolling with a rider
You been in Hollywood so long
Your ass startinâ to act Hollywood
Talkinâ âbout you gonâ leave, probably should
I ainât trippinâ - just a bunch of extra shit
I ainât missing, my sister tried to tell me âbout you
I ainât listen, now we goinâ down this road
Hit the smoke, said "bro, Iâve been here before"
And you know Kelly never lied
So can get your stuff and get to going
Iâll get back to gettinâ high...
Thereâs a million ways that I could tell you
But I think Iâd rather show you itâs over
And I wonât be back no more
Donât you know, it seems to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Donât you know, it seems to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers
Now you donât want to play
Donât you know, it seems to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone