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Hey love, thought that Iâd just share my day
It felt a little bit crazy, baby
I cleaned the closet so Iâm out of your way
Guess you can have your space
Well, I thought that I should write a letter
Then I thought this would be better donât yellâ¦
Thereâs a million ways that I could tell you
But I think Iâd rather show you itâs over
And I wonât be back no more
Donât it always seem to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Donât it always seem to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers
Now you're the one to blame
Donât it always seem to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Oh, love, your dinnerâs waiting down the streetâ¦
And you can have it your way
So, love, the mess you made is yours to clean
So donât be looking at me
See, I donât mean to disrespect you
But I think you couldâve done me better, donât you?
You fool
Thereâs a million ways that I could tell you
But I think Iâd rather show you itâs over
And I wonât be back no more
Donât it always seem to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Donât it always seem to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers
Now you're the one to blame
Donât it always seem to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Where you going? What you doing?
Oh, you must be at the point
Where you canât take this no more
So you grabbinâ your stuff, walkinâ out the door
Movinâ so fast, forgot what we was even arguing for
Man, I know you like the back of my hand
You like to break up then make-up
Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up
When I put it down, mess up your makeup
Everything provided when youâre rolling with a rider
You been in Hollywood so long
Your ass startinâ to act Hollywood
Talkinâ âbout you gonâ leave, probably should
I ainât trippinââjust a bunch of extra shit that
I ainât missing, my sister tried to tell me âbout you
I ainât listen, now we goinâ down this road
Hit the smoke, said, âBro, Iâve been here before.â
And you know Kelly never lied
So you can get your stuff and get to going
Iâll get back to gettinâ highâ¦
Thereâs a million ways that I could tell you
But I think Iâd rather show you itâs over
And I wonât be back no more
Donât it always seem to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Donât it always seem to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers
Now you're the one to blame
Donât it always seem to go
That you donât know what youâve got âtil itâs gone
Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've
One more time
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
Good try
Slip through your fingers now you're the one done changed...
Oh, my, shut the fuck up
- Album:
- Kisses Down Low (Single)
- Talk a Good Game
- Ice (Single)
- Kelly Rowland
- Miscellaneous
- Here I Am
- Lay It On Me (Single)
- Commander (Single)
- Ms. Kelly
- Down to Earth OST
- Rose Colored Glasses (Single)
- Grown Woman (Single)
- Floorfillers: Party Anthems 2011
- Back to the Future
- The Block Sky High
- compilation
- Est. in 1989 (Part 2.5)
- Dirty Laundry
- Talk a Good Game (Deluxe Edition)
- Talk a Good Game (Deluxe Version)