¡GONE! - SOOKIE & a.ant.k: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

SOOKIE & a.ant.k

¡GONE!

6

Hip-Hop/Rap

¡GONE! was released on June 30, 2026 by GODBODYTHACLIQUE as a part of the album ¡GONE! - Single

Song Details

Album¡GONE! - Single

Release DateJune 30, 2026

LabelGODBODYTHACLIQUE

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM93

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

SOOKIE

Performer

a.ant.k

Performer

Gael Bagby-Fonseca

Gael Bagby-Fonseca

Vocals

Lord Beezus

Banjo

The whistler Of Trigonia

The whistler Of Trigonia

Bells

Imma be real with yall man I wanna leave this plane man I wanna go somewhere where it’s dark man Stg

Trombone

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Gael Bagby-Fonseca

Gael Bagby-Fonseca

Composer

Me bro No one will ever write for me

Me bro No one will ever write for me

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

a.ant.k

Producer

Gael Bagby-Fonseca

Gael Bagby-Fonseca

Co-Producer

Jorge ‘J3M Sound’ Marroquin

Mastering Engineer

SANTO GODBODY

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You don't, it always seem to go

That you don't, it always seem to go

That you don't, it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone

You don't, it always seem to go

That you don't, it always seem to go

That you don't, it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone

Watch how them days go

As a young kid raised up in Daygo

Mama drove me 'round in that whip, God bless her damn soul

Ain't no stress, even though pockets ain't filled with queso

Yes, I had dreams way back then this would pay off

What is life without a complication?

I can't get my grandpa back but I can get ovations

I can't get my lover back but I keep getting laid shit

And I can't get my homie back but tolerate the fake shit

I be on vacation

And as a kid I was dreaming solely of gold watches

Grammy nominations, while all the foes watchin'

And even though my ego had left me with no options

I think once I get it, I want the folks watchin'

'Course I want hell star beams, and solid gold

'Course I want leather seats up in a boat

But I talked to God the other day, He said let it be known

That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone

You don't, it always seem to go

That you don't, it always seem to go

That you don't, it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone

Ayy, what's crackin', baby?

I been there plannin' to kick the doors in

Each time the trophy comin', this shit golden

I been there, she cry there, fuck it, it's all chosen

Won't stop 'til left wrist and my teeth frozen

Then I notice this whole thing workin' to fill holes in

More love, more hoes, more chains, and more Dolce

My good friend, my best friend cryin' up in a home

Way before pipes dreams took over the soul

Man, fuck it, I been there all along

Last time that they were proud? Shit was prolly the cap and gown

Everybody got problems not everybody was found

But baby, you know regardless I'm finna break out the mold

Keep prayin' to Lord, 'course I want more

'Course I want, 'course I want hell star beams, and solid gold

'Course I want leather seats up in a boat

But I talked to God the other day, He said let it be known

That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone

You don't, it always seem to go

That you don't, it always seem to go

That you don't, it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone

Written by: Gael Bagby-Fonseca, Me bro No one will ever write for me

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