Gone - Ocean Wisdom, Lunar C

Look, they told me stay sane

Don’t smoke your soul away

I get four wheels

That’s a feat, not a rollerblade

I want four meals in a day

Like I’m overweight

I am for real

Not a fake

There ain’t no debate

I see some guys iPods

And it’s loads of Drake

I play my song

Why not listen to O today?

You want the big bars

Me, I want the Oz of haze

Lets make an exchange

Like best mates with SNES games

I don’t play no shit my homie

Fuck a battle rappin' phony

Only real ones get the dokey

O’s inside like macaroni

Swear I got the baitest flows

Plus I got some sicker ones

Catch me watching snuff films

I don’t watch no Chicken Run

I don’t pick no daffodils

Catch me picking sticky punk

Dynamo’s a pal still

He knows that I’m a tricky cunt

I swear I think I’m Ong-Bak

It hurts when I diminish 'em

I swear its Mortal Kombat

It’s perfect when I finish em!

So watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

Until I’m gone!

I know you’ll miss me

I know you’ll miss me

So watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

Until I’m gone!

I know you’ll miss me

I know you’ll miss me

Look I turned up in a top hat

Like I ain’t heard about WhatsApp

Like don’t tell me I’m old fashioned

Like don’t tell me I ain’t got swag

Like mans about it

I’m certified

And I’m rolling round with this Dirty Dike

Swear down the way

That man draws the crowd

Its like they should give me the Turner Prize

So don’t stop me baby

Like spermicide

Watching like you ain’t heard a rhyme

Me and my mandem got chips

You man sucking on curly fries!

Allow this rap pattern

Back track and slow it down

I’m back slanging raps

So I can churn it out

That’s word to wise

I’m known for tryna sing a couple bar

Get my Rag 'n' Bone on like Lah-de-dah-de-dah

But every time I sing they really wish that I would go

And so I start to cry «They only love me for my flow!»

So I’ma be giving them more of that more of that

Tell me my singing is poor and that poor and that

So I be giving them flow and they loving the way that I’m fully performing that,

oh

Syllables falling

I’m fully enthralling 'em

I make em reciprocate

Give em a call and

They give a response

Wizzy the don

I’m on the road

I’m going I’m gone!

So watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

Until I’m gone!

I know you’ll miss me

I know you’ll miss me

So watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

Until I’m gone!

I know you’ll miss me

I know you’ll miss me

They told me stop getting high

Focus on your songs

I said why, Dirty Dike’s the man

And Ocean is a Don

Watch me go until I’m gone

I know you’ll miss me

They said I’m not the second coming but they won’t convince me!

I’m squeezing titties like I’m holding stress balls

She’s pussy-popping like a blow up sex-doll!

While you stitch up yourself

The police don’t need to interrogate

Cause your album sounds more like a fucking confession tape!

I woke up to two bitches sharing my cock

Got straight back on canon

Hair of the dog

Never hungover

Get a steamer in my cupholder

Bout to give these fat lasses a once over

I go out and get drunk til its daytime

At the bar chatting up girls looking disabled

If I’m lucky my brain might think of something to say

Like «Pull my fly down and drink me under the table!»

So watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

Until I’m gone!

I know you’ll miss me

I know you’ll miss me

So watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

And watch me go

Until I’m gone!

I know you’ll miss me

I know you’ll miss me