| Song | Gone |
| Artist | Kelly Rowland |
| Album | Promo Only Urban Radio February 2011 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hey love, thought that I’d just share my day | |
| It felt a little bit crazy, baby | |
| I cleaned the closet so I’m out of your way | |
| Guess you can have your space | |
| Well, I thought that I should write a letter | |
| Then I thought this would be better don’t yell… | |
| There’s a million ways that I could tell you | |
| But I think I’d rather show you it’s over | |
| And I won’t be back no more | |
| Don’t it always seem to go | |
| That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone | |
| Don’t it always seem to go | |
| That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone | |
| Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers | |
| Now you're the one to blame | |
| Don’t it always seem to go | |
| That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone | |
| Oh, love, your dinner’s waiting down the street… | |
| And you can have it your way | |
| So, love, the mess you made is yours to clean | |
| So don’t be looking at me | |
| See, I don’t mean to disrespect you | |
| But I think you could’ve done me better, don’t you? | |
| You fool | |
| There’s a million ways that I could tell you | |
| But I think I’d rather show you it’s over | |
| And I won’t be back no more | |
| Don’t it always seem to go | |
| That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone | |
| Don’t it always seem to go | |
| That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone | |
| Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers | |
| Now you're the one to blame | |
| Don’t it always seem to go | |
| That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone | |
| Where you going? What you doing? | |
| Oh, you must be at the point | |
| Where you can’t take this no more | |
| So you grabbin’ your stuff, walkin’ out the door | |
| Movin’ 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 up a joint soon as I wake up | |
| When I put it down, mess up your makeup | |
| Everything provided when you’re rolling with a rider | |
| You been in Hollywood so long | |
| Your ass startin’ to act Hollywood | |
| Talkin’ ’bout you gon’ leave, probably should | |
| I ain’t trippin’—just a bunch of extra shit that | |
| I ain’t missing, my sister tried to tell me ’bout you | |
| I ain’t listen, now we goin’ down this road | |
| Hit the smoke, said, “Bro, I’ve been here before.” | |
| And you know Kelly never lied | |
| So you can get your stuff and get to going | |
| I’ll get back to gettin’ high… | |
| There’s a million ways that I could tell you | |
| But I think I’d rather show you it’s over | |
| And I won’t be back no more | |
| Don’t it always seem to go | |
| That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone | |
| Don’t it always seem to go | |
| That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone | |
| Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers | |
| Now you're the one to blame | |
| Don’t it always seem to go | |
| That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone | |
| Sing | |
| Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've | |
| One more time | |
| That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone | |
| Good try | |
| Slip through your fingers now you're the one done changed... | |
| Oh, my, shut the fuck up |
| Hey love, thought that I' d just share my day | |
| It felt a little bit crazy, baby | |
| I cleaned the closet so I' m out of your way | |
| Guess you can have your space | |
| Well, I thought that I should write a letter | |
| Then I thought this would be better don' t yell | |
| There' s a million ways that I could tell you | |
| But I think I' d rather show you it' s over | |
| And I won' t be back no more | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers | |
| Now you' re the one to blame | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Oh, love, your dinner' s waiting down the street | |
| And you can have it your way | |
| So, love, the mess you made is yours to clean | |
| So don' t be looking at me | |
| See, I don' t mean to disrespect you | |
| But I think you could' ve done me better, don' t you? | |
| You fool | |
| There' s a million ways that I could tell you | |
| But I think I' d rather show you it' s over | |
| And I won' t be back no more | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers | |
| Now you' re the one to blame | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Where you going? What you doing? | |
| Oh, you must be at the point | |
| Where you can' t take this no more | |
| So you grabbin' your stuff, walkin' out the door | |
| Movin' 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 makeup | |
| Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up | |
| When I put it down, mess up your makeup | |
| Everything provided when you' re rolling with a rider | |
| You been in Hollywood so long | |
| Your ass startin' to act Hollywood | |
| Talkin' ' bout you gon' leave, probably should | |
| I ain' t trippin' just a bunch of extra shit that | |
| I ain' t missing, my sister tried to tell me ' bout you | |
| I ain' t listen, now we goin' down this road | |
| Hit the smoke, said, " Bro, I' ve been here before." | |
| And you know Kelly never lied | |
| So you can get your stuff and get to going | |
| I' ll get back to gettin' high | |
| There' s a million ways that I could tell you | |
| But I think I' d rather show you it' s over | |
| And I won' t be back no more | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers | |
| Now you' re the one to blame | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Sing | |
| Don' t it always seem to go That you don' t know what you' ve | |
| One more time | |
| That you don' t know what you got ' til it' s gone | |
| Good try | |
| Slip through your fingers now you' re the one done changed... | |
| Oh, my, shut the fuck up |
| Hey love, thought that I' d just share my day | |
| It felt a little bit crazy, baby | |
| I cleaned the closet so I' m out of your way | |
| Guess you can have your space | |
| Well, I thought that I should write a letter | |
| Then I thought this would be better don' t yell | |
| There' s a million ways that I could tell you | |
| But I think I' d rather show you it' s over | |
| And I won' t be back no more | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers | |
| Now you' re the one to blame | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Oh, love, your dinner' s waiting down the street | |
| And you can have it your way | |
| So, love, the mess you made is yours to clean | |
| So don' t be looking at me | |
| See, I don' t mean to disrespect you | |
| But I think you could' ve done me better, don' t you? | |
| You fool | |
| There' s a million ways that I could tell you | |
| But I think I' d rather show you it' s over | |
| And I won' t be back no more | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers | |
| Now you' re the one to blame | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Where you going? What you doing? | |
| Oh, you must be at the point | |
| Where you can' t take this no more | |
| So you grabbin' your stuff, walkin' out the door | |
| Movin' 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 makeup | |
| Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up | |
| When I put it down, mess up your makeup | |
| Everything provided when you' re rolling with a rider | |
| You been in Hollywood so long | |
| Your ass startin' to act Hollywood | |
| Talkin' ' bout you gon' leave, probably should | |
| I ain' t trippin' just a bunch of extra shit that | |
| I ain' t missing, my sister tried to tell me ' bout you | |
| I ain' t listen, now we goin' down this road | |
| Hit the smoke, said, " Bro, I' ve been here before." | |
| And you know Kelly never lied | |
| So you can get your stuff and get to going | |
| I' ll get back to gettin' high | |
| There' s a million ways that I could tell you | |
| But I think I' d rather show you it' s over | |
| And I won' t be back no more | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers | |
| Now you' re the one to blame | |
| Don' t it always seem to go | |
| That you don' t know what you' ve got ' til it' s gone | |
| Sing | |
| Don' t it always seem to go That you don' t know what you' ve | |
| One more time | |
| That you don' t know what you got ' til it' s gone | |
| Good try | |
| Slip through your fingers now you' re the one done changed... | |
| Oh, my, shut the fuck up |