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No Goodbye
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Hip-Hop/Rap
No Goodbye was released on November 24, 2021 by 997136 Records DK2 as a part of the album All Bump No Substance
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Release DateNovember 24, 2021
Label997136 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert George Brase
Robert George Brase
Songwriter

Lyrics

She was my girl, but I'm thinking this the end though
It came so fast, but I'm still tryna comprehend though (yeah)
Gave her attention, but she threw it out the window (yeah)
Said her phone was dead, I think it's an innuendo (yeah)
Too late to care
Too bad I don't (nah)
Walk out the door
She's on her own (yeah)
I sit and stare
At my camera roll (yeah)
Delete her face
Now I'm all alone
Missed call on a blank phone
It's all dark except the faint glow
Anxiety attack on the low
It's all over can't complain no
Can't act like I never cared
Cause the feelings all from me were rare
Think she's having a little affair
Voicemail, call again do I dare
All gone, she's leaving
She's done, goodnight
Not even, not one, goodbye
She come around, but she's really not my baby
Got into a fight, that's when she started acting flakey
Thought this was the start of us being something maybe
Brought her around my ladies
They thought this bitch was crazy
You can't ignore the facts
Think about it, take your time, relax
But I was blind
She was so good
Looking so fine
I'd go back if I could
We do not make this up
Had my boys all tell me straight, they had to wake me up
Got these fucks all in my face tell me they rake it up
I don't make the same mistakes, ain't in my grave, enough
Should think about this like a double win
The math ain't adding up, no worries I won't even question it
You thought it'd fail from the start I know you did
I know you're probably moving on, so tell me who's the other kid
She was my girl, but I'm thinking this the end though (yeah)
It came so fast, but I'm still tryna comprehend though (yeah)
Gave her attention, but she threw it out the window (yeah)
Said her phone was dead, I think it's an innuendo (yeah)
Too late to care
Too bad I don't (nah)
Walk out the door
She's on her own (yeah)
I sit and stare
At my camera roll (yeah)
Delete her face
Now I'm all alone
Missed call on a blank phone
It's all dark except the faint glow
Anxiety attack on the low
It's all over can't complain no
Can't act like I never cared
Cause the feelings all from me were rare
Think she's having a little affair
Voicemail, call again do I dare
All gone, she's leaving
She's done, goodnight (yeah)
Not even, not one, goodbye
Written by: Robert George Brase
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