Flow

My last companion was a friend of my foes

Love didn't kill me, but we got pretty close

Ten rough months later, and I'm ready to go

A ship has sailed, I gotta work on my flow

My last companion left my heart on the floor

Nights at the beach side, now the mornings are cold

Ten thousand claims when you got nothing to show

Don't call me up, I gotta work on my flow

Smile on your face when you say what you've done

When the smoke clears, you know that I'll be gone, I'll be gone

I'll be gone

Oh

Oh, yeah

I'll be gone

I'll be gone