Gonna Miss You

[Hook: 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 True [Verse 1: Rapsody] Sometimes you got to kick rocks Tired of you always being mad and pissed off, they saying Now y'all cool I'm at a stage in life like Pablo Over the handouts, know me I'm sick of 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 singing "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 Yea, catching all the flies When niggas wanna pop up when you poppin' and wanna ride Right? Dawg, that's why I seldom join the convoy I can't share the 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 Pac, little rock, little neo soul and Van Gogh yea Y'all like neighbours with the blinds closed I see you watching 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 Byers It's a stranger thing how Prince left Still contemplating my next step, they saying Know when I'mma fly like doves Y'all cry like doves, you mad cause we don't show y'all love? "For Us By Us" Solange sang with a shoulder shrug Becoming a master of not giving a fuck Somewhere drinking the Reisling up, the season of the cuff Spoon-feeding y'all, the illest is us - JamRoc Like Tip told Phife, Mos told rap, Kobe told ball I'mma tell all y'all I'm gonna (miss you) Like Martin told Tommy Frank told the tits and punanis look girl I don't know if he gon' Like Vine I'm repeating it That fake beef y'all talking, we don't believe in it The real you, that is I don't know who all of you actors is, look homie I'mma Be happy with yourself first Can't be coerced in needing leathers and purses When you price assess worthless, I'mma spit the shit That baptize the Christians and all the churches And those who no longer virgins, I'mma