[Intro]

(Phone ringing and girls screaming)

[Joey] - Hello?

[Girl] - Baby...

- What happened?

- You're dumb?

- What have you been doin'

- Well... Don't worry, he's gone. I'll tell you more about it

- Ha, you're crazy. See you right now

- Bye

(Girls laughing)

And yet

[Verse 1]

Tell the yellow cabbie "hold it up''

Freezin' from the wind, tryna run the line drunk

And I cannot feel my fingers or my toes

Matter of fact, whole body numb from the cold

Staring at me, she ain't got a soul

Eyes so black, even gotta hellish glow

Recognized and threw me back a grin

Knew the consequences, yet I said I'm all in

Every light we pass again gettin colder

Pull up to the crib, said "come here and lemme hold ya"

London bridges quickly falling down

Ain't even underwater but I've already drowned

[Hook]

It's like you're so dead from faces

You're running through all my patience

So high you'll be on the maintenance

I'm just so used to the paces

I'm just sayin' righteous, righteous

I'm tryna break through your sayins

See right through words you've been prayin'

On me like I'm fish fillet

But I'm too gone (but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone)

[Verse 2]

Started cooking in and quickly out it

She played a quick card, starting gettin' pretty proudy

Guess we really never saw it coming

Cause if I did, homie, swear, I swear I'd be running

Too late, cause she put it in my drink

Couldn't even think, as I faded in the pink

Man, I swear the smell of death is kinda sweet

Until you know what's happenin', flatline B

Story seems to happen everyday

Eulogy springs [?], passed away

Alcoholic section, while it is

She was using FEA, tryna make it in LA

And the worst part, he became the topic

Lil column in the Times, page 9, no profit

(people screaming and laughing)

Lil column in the Times, page 9, no profit

[Hook]

It's like you're so dead from faces

You're running through all my patience

So high you'll pee on the maintenance

I'm just so used to the paces

I'm just sayin' righteous, righteous

I'm tryna break through your sayins

See right through words you've been prayin'

Owe me like I'm fresh for late

But I'm too gone (but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone)

[Outro]

But I'm too gone (but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone)