Gone Dancing - Emeka

Gone

Gone

(She be tryna get me dancing)

Gone

Gone

(She be tryna get me dancing)

Gone

Gone

(She be tryna get me)

She be

She be tryna get me dancing

But I feel all my joy has left my heart

I was never type to be romantic

But love has left me

Love has definitely left me torn apart

Gone

Never coming round her no more

I’m on the naughty list for that guy Santa Claus

For all the troubl that I’ve caused

Like USA she built a wall

In 7 days of talking

Not to blow my trumpet

Walls had fallen

And I marched on to Jericho

I got the gold

The way I gave my all in that relationship

So now the ship has sank

I’m in the waters

Tryna swim me to the shore of foreign borders

I might need some navigation

Can’t lie

I’ve lost my way a little

Can you meet me in the middle

Coz that’s where all the pain resides

She be tryna get me dancing

I feel all my joy has left my heart

I was never type to be romantic

But love has left me

Love has definitely left me torn apart

She be

She be tryna get me dancing

But I feel all my joy has left my heart

I was never type to be romantic

But love has left me

Love has definitely left me torn apart

Slap

Bang

I hit, don’t miss

I miss your kisses though

And the ignorant bliss of being official

If they could paint me a picture of when I was your mister

And frame it

Would it encapsulate the days and nights my heart felt way too vacant?

I can’t take it

So I vacated

But with that frame on

Good memories caged still

Still on my brain

Still in the dumps

When do these memories fade?

Why the cost of attempted love, still endless pain?

She be

She be tryna get me dancing

But I feel all my joy has left my heart

I was never type to be romantic

But love has left me

Love has definitely left me torn apart

Torn apart

She be tryna get me dancing

But I feel all my joy has left my heart

I was never type to be romantic

But love has left me

Love has definitely left me torn apart

She been tryna get me

She been tryna get me

She been tryna get me

She been tryna get me

She be

She be tryna get me dancing

I’m on the naughty list for that guy Santa Claus

I was never type to be romantic

But love has left me

I’m on the naughty list for that guy Santa Claus

She be tryna get me dancing

Like USA she built a wall

In 7 days of talking

Not to blow my trumpet

Walls had fallen

And I marched on to Jericho

I got the gold

The way I gave my all in that relationship

She be tryna get me dancing

Gone, never coming round here no more

She be tryna get me dancing

But love has left me

Torn apart