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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Guitar
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Vocals
Canibus
Canibus
Performer
New York Philharmonic
New York Philharmonic
Performer
Khadejia Bass
Khadejia Bass
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Producer
Che Guevara
Che Guevara
Co-Producer
Jerry Duplessis
Jerry Duplessis
Co-Producer
Rawle Gittens
Rawle Gittens
Assistant Engineer
Brian Dozoretz
Brian Dozoretz
Assistant Engineer
Jay Nicholas
Jay Nicholas
Assistant Engineer
Storm Jefferson
Storm Jefferson
Assistant Engineer
Mike Roach
Mike Roach
Assistant Engineer
Alex Olsson
Alex Olsson
Assistant Engineer
Warren Riker
Warren Riker
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I wanna dedicate this song, 'Gone Till November' To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room And all you fellas, going down south, not making it back May the Lord bless your soul, I love you girl Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry I ask myself, why oh why? See you must understand I can't work a nine to five, so I'll be gone till November Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November January, February, March, April, May I see you crying but girl I can't stay I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November And give a kiss to my mother Girl I gotta leave, please don't cry When I come back, you know the limit's the sky I'll take you out to dinner, to your favorite spot Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot Drive-by movies by a cemetery If my corpse could talk then I would tell you I was sorry 'Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous' Some die with a name, some die nameless Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry I ask myself, why oh why? See you must understand I can't work a nine to five, so I'll be gone till November Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November January, February, March, April, May I see you crying but girl I can't stay I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November And give a kiss to my mother We had nothin', I had to do something So I'm 'Knocking On Heaven's Door' like I'm Bob Dylan Ever contemplating, the charges I'm facing My new born son, I hope I see his graduation Take him to the movies by the cemetery If my corpse could talk then I would tell him, I was sorry 'Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous' Some die with a name, some die nameless Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry I ask myself, why oh why? See you must understand I can't work a nine to five, so I'll be gone till November Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November January, February, March, April, May I see you crying but girl I can't stay I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November And give a kiss to my mother
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