Not Here Anymore Lyrics
| Song | Not Here Anymore |
| Artist | Phonte |
| Album | Charity Starts At Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Coleman, Douthit, Powers | |
| [Phonte]Went to the well and made a wish | |
| Pray to god | |
| I stay around, | |
| Tiggalo love to throw his weight around | |
| On the same scale they weigh the fish | |
| It's just what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this | |
| Holler at me if you ever been a underdog | |
| Or set up a upset, standing on the verge of your success | |
| Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed | |
| Surrounded by your success-ors, and the whores you ain't ****ed yet | |
| That's how | |
| I be getting it, | |
| I don't need the lime light | |
| That's young nigga shit, | |
| I'm a OG, and the | |
| G is for gentleman | |
| Yes Phontigga spit, amazon flame watch 9th | |
| Rekindle it | |
| Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence lost2 brothers 2 peas in the pod2 comeback seasons apart | |
| Take it back to when | |
| I be in the park | |
| I rhyme till | |
| I couldn't see in the dark | |
| So silly niggas better be on your guard | |
| Longest breadth in my being, | |
| I'ma be on my job | |
| With good music got that good feel | |
| A good meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, protein and a starch | |
| And I'm out[Phonte] | |
| Right where | |
| I thought | |
| I'd be,It's another part of me | |
| And the world so sad to see | |
| That I'm not here anymore | |
| Wind blowing through the trees | |
| Blue Bull- | |
| City skies 70 degrees' | |
| Te embodies an architect and when he rhyme about it he body the whole | |
| AlphabetSo bury me a | |
| GMy mama say she done enough worrying for me | |
| So I'm done currying, fable what you niggas groundhoggin' | |
| Spitting that same shit, y'all | |
| Bill Murrayin' | |
| My dc niggas say you bammas lack experience | |
| Carolina on my mind like | |
| Steve Spurrier | |
| I'm the courier, carrying the word | |
| That with these verbs, that nigga | |
| Phonte's a little murderous | |
| See a little nervousness, and a frown | |
| Cause you know deep down you ain't nice, just a little courteous | |
| You just running game nigga, we the ****ing tournament | |
| You a temporary visa to a ****ing permanent | |
| Resident, citizen it's evident | |
| The denizens took over the big house on some | |
| Nat Turner shit | |
| Shoulders back, head high to the ****ing firmament | |
| Can't be like us, and fear no man | |
| Niggas bleed like us, get a ****ing tourniquet, nigga | |
| Right where | |
| I thought | |
| I'd be,It's another part of me | |
| And the world so sad to see | |
| That I'm not here-[ELZhi] | |
| Check, I'm poetic while they po-thetic | |
| I play they life like a movie | |
| And in the end give them no credit | |
| I was told to run it so | |
| I grip the baton | |
| And spit magic like it's pouring out the tip of a wand | |
| Don't trip you ain't equipped to fix your lip and respond | |
| I plan to, ex you out like the man who | |
| Hands you a script of | |
| KoransSince lights flipped, | |
| I'm getting chips in | |
| MilanPull dips, push whips like the ones from the clips in the | |
| Tron filmI'll blow your mental mass where you mind stem | |
| Like a 9-m-m right at your line trim | |
| You must rewind him | |
| The syllable sensei, to bring you to your knees | |
| The way biblical men pray | |
| Or whores in the brothel | |
| Cause I Spill | |
| I'll from the grill | |
| Like one who reveals sores from their mouth hole | |
| And if you only knew the shit that | |
| I been through | |
| To paint the type of pictures my pen drew | |
| Your label tries to **** you your friends screw | |
| You over now you're sober, watching bad energy affect the evils that men do | |
| They ****in see-through | |
| I'm a sick flow-er that carry lines | |
| Like when you click over on you dick blowers and it sucks to be you | |
| Right where | |
| I thought | |
| I'd be,It's another part of me | |
| And the world so sad to see | |
| That I'm not here anymore. | |
| I'm not here anymore | |
| I'm not here, can't anymore. |
| zuo qu : Coleman, Douthit, Powers | |
| Phonte Went to the well and made a wish | |
| Pray to god | |
| I stay around, | |
| Tiggalo love to throw his weight around | |
| On the same scale they weigh the fish | |
| It' s just what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this | |
| Holler at me if you ever been a underdog | |
| Or set up a upset, standing on the verge of your success | |
| Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed | |
| Surrounded by your successors, and the whores you ain' t ed yet | |
| That' s how | |
| I be getting it, | |
| I don' t need the lime light | |
| That' s young nigga shit, | |
| I' m a OG, and the | |
| G is for gentleman | |
| Yes Phontigga spit, amazon flame watch 9th | |
| Rekindle it | |
| Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence lost2 brothers 2 peas in the pod2 comeback seasons apart | |
| Take it back to when | |
| I be in the park | |
| I rhyme till | |
| I couldn' t see in the dark | |
| So silly niggas better be on your guard | |
| Longest breadth in my being, | |
| I' ma be on my job | |
| With good music got that good feel | |
| A good meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, protein and a starch | |
| And I' m out Phonte | |
| Right where | |
| I thought | |
| I' d be, It' s another part of me | |
| And the world so sad to see | |
| That I' m not here anymore | |
| Wind blowing through the trees | |
| Blue Bull | |
| City skies 70 degrees' | |
| Te embodies an architect and when he rhyme about it he body the whole | |
| AlphabetSo bury me a | |
| GMy mama say she done enough worrying for me | |
| So I' m done currying, fable what you niggas groundhoggin' | |
| Spitting that same shit, y' all | |
| Bill Murrayin' | |
| My dc niggas say you bammas lack experience | |
| Carolina on my mind like | |
| Steve Spurrier | |
| I' m the courier, carrying the word | |
| That with these verbs, that nigga | |
| Phonte' s a little murderous | |
| See a little nervousness, and a frown | |
| Cause you know deep down you ain' t nice, just a little courteous | |
| You just running game nigga, we the ing tournament | |
| You a temporary visa to a ing permanent | |
| Resident, citizen it' s evident | |
| The denizens took over the big house on some | |
| Nat Turner shit | |
| Shoulders back, head high to the ing firmament | |
| Can' t be like us, and fear no man | |
| Niggas bleed like us, get a ing tourniquet, nigga | |
| Right where | |
| I thought | |
| I' d be, It' s another part of me | |
| And the world so sad to see | |
| That I' m not here ELZhi | |
| Check, I' m poetic while they pothetic | |
| I play they life like a movie | |
| And in the end give them no credit | |
| I was told to run it so | |
| I grip the baton | |
| And spit magic like it' s pouring out the tip of a wand | |
| Don' t trip you ain' t equipped to fix your lip and respond | |
| I plan to, ex you out like the man who | |
| Hands you a script of | |
| KoransSince lights flipped, | |
| I' m getting chips in | |
| MilanPull dips, push whips like the ones from the clips in the | |
| Tron filmI' ll blow your mental mass where you mind stem | |
| Like a 9mm right at your line trim | |
| You must rewind him | |
| The syllable sensei, to bring you to your knees | |
| The way biblical men pray | |
| Or whores in the brothel | |
| Cause I Spill | |
| I' ll from the grill | |
| Like one who reveals sores from their mouth hole | |
| And if you only knew the shit that | |
| I been through | |
| To paint the type of pictures my pen drew | |
| Your label tries to you your friends screw | |
| You over now you' re sober, watching bad energy affect the evils that men do | |
| They in seethrough | |
| I' m a sick flower that carry lines | |
| Like when you click over on you dick blowers and it sucks to be you | |
| Right where | |
| I thought | |
| I' d be, It' s another part of me | |
| And the world so sad to see | |
| That I' m not here anymore. | |
| I' m not here anymore | |
| I' m not here, can' t anymore. |
| zuò qǔ : Coleman, Douthit, Powers | |
| Phonte Went to the well and made a wish | |
| Pray to god | |
| I stay around, | |
| Tiggalo love to throw his weight around | |
| On the same scale they weigh the fish | |
| It' s just what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this | |
| Holler at me if you ever been a underdog | |
| Or set up a upset, standing on the verge of your success | |
| Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed | |
| Surrounded by your successors, and the whores you ain' t ed yet | |
| That' s how | |
| I be getting it, | |
| I don' t need the lime light | |
| That' s young nigga shit, | |
| I' m a OG, and the | |
| G is for gentleman | |
| Yes Phontigga spit, amazon flame watch 9th | |
| Rekindle it | |
| Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence lost2 brothers 2 peas in the pod2 comeback seasons apart | |
| Take it back to when | |
| I be in the park | |
| I rhyme till | |
| I couldn' t see in the dark | |
| So silly niggas better be on your guard | |
| Longest breadth in my being, | |
| I' ma be on my job | |
| With good music got that good feel | |
| A good meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, protein and a starch | |
| And I' m out Phonte | |
| Right where | |
| I thought | |
| I' d be, It' s another part of me | |
| And the world so sad to see | |
| That I' m not here anymore | |
| Wind blowing through the trees | |
| Blue Bull | |
| City skies 70 degrees' | |
| Te embodies an architect and when he rhyme about it he body the whole | |
| AlphabetSo bury me a | |
| GMy mama say she done enough worrying for me | |
| So I' m done currying, fable what you niggas groundhoggin' | |
| Spitting that same shit, y' all | |
| Bill Murrayin' | |
| My dc niggas say you bammas lack experience | |
| Carolina on my mind like | |
| Steve Spurrier | |
| I' m the courier, carrying the word | |
| That with these verbs, that nigga | |
| Phonte' s a little murderous | |
| See a little nervousness, and a frown | |
| Cause you know deep down you ain' t nice, just a little courteous | |
| You just running game nigga, we the ing tournament | |
| You a temporary visa to a ing permanent | |
| Resident, citizen it' s evident | |
| The denizens took over the big house on some | |
| Nat Turner shit | |
| Shoulders back, head high to the ing firmament | |
| Can' t be like us, and fear no man | |
| Niggas bleed like us, get a ing tourniquet, nigga | |
| Right where | |
| I thought | |
| I' d be, It' s another part of me | |
| And the world so sad to see | |
| That I' m not here ELZhi | |
| Check, I' m poetic while they pothetic | |
| I play they life like a movie | |
| And in the end give them no credit | |
| I was told to run it so | |
| I grip the baton | |
| And spit magic like it' s pouring out the tip of a wand | |
| Don' t trip you ain' t equipped to fix your lip and respond | |
| I plan to, ex you out like the man who | |
| Hands you a script of | |
| KoransSince lights flipped, | |
| I' m getting chips in | |
| MilanPull dips, push whips like the ones from the clips in the | |
| Tron filmI' ll blow your mental mass where you mind stem | |
| Like a 9mm right at your line trim | |
| You must rewind him | |
| The syllable sensei, to bring you to your knees | |
| The way biblical men pray | |
| Or whores in the brothel | |
| Cause I Spill | |
| I' ll from the grill | |
| Like one who reveals sores from their mouth hole | |
| And if you only knew the shit that | |
| I been through | |
| To paint the type of pictures my pen drew | |
| Your label tries to you your friends screw | |
| You over now you' re sober, watching bad energy affect the evils that men do | |
| They in seethrough | |
| I' m a sick flower that carry lines | |
| Like when you click over on you dick blowers and it sucks to be you | |
| Right where | |
| I thought | |
| I' d be, It' s another part of me | |
| And the world so sad to see | |
| That I' m not here anymore. | |
| I' m not here anymore | |
| I' m not here, can' t anymore. |
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