Artist: Rapsody f/ Raphael Saadiq
Album:  Crown
Song:   Gonna Miss You
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
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 you're gone
No one can find you, how could this be?
Please tell me this can't be truuuuue

[Rapsody]
Sometimes you got to kick rocks
Tired of you always bein mad and pissed off, they sayin
Now y'all cool I'm at a stage in +Life+ like +Pablo+
Over the handouts, know me I'm sick-er
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 singin, "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 ain't the greatest then I'm somewhere in the ballpark
Yeah, catchin all the flies
When niggaz wanna pop up when you poppin and wanna ride, right?
Dog, that's why I seldom join the convo
I can't share a word if I don't 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 yeah
Uh, y'all like neighbours with the blinds closed
I see you watchin bruh-bruh, I'm like Neo when the time froze
Jordan in the iso, love me I'm your idol
I turn your whole world +Upside Down+, you look like Will Myers
It's a stranger thing how Prince left
Still contemplating my next step, they sayin
Know when I'ma fly like doves
Y'all +Cry+ like +Doves+, you mad cause we don't show y'all love?
Uh, +For Us By Us+, Solange sang with a shoulder shrug
Becoming a master of not giving a fuck
Somewhere drinkin the Reisling up, the season of the cuff
Spoon-feedin y'all, the illest is us - JamRoc
("Gonna miss you") - like Tip told Phife
Mos told rap, Kobe told ball, I'ma tell all y'all I'm gonna
("Gonna miss you") Like Martin told Tommy
Frank told the tits and punanis, "Look girl, I don't know if he gon'.."
("Gonna miss you") Like Vine, I'm repeatin it
That fake beef y'all talkin, we don't believe in it!
("Gonna miss you") The real you, that is
I don't know who all of you actors is, look homie I'ma
("Gonna miss you") Be happy with yourself first
Can't be coerced in needin leathers and purses
When you price assess worthless
I'ma spit the shit that baptize the Christians and all the churches
And those who no longer virgins, I'ma ("Gonna miss you")