Lyrics
The Mysterious Funker - You Gone Disappear
Writers: Clive G Beresford, Cris Marc
Album: Rise Up
Release Date: 28th March 2025
Mastering engineer: Cris Marc [Spyda Music Productions, Canada]
Producer: Spyda Music Productions
Copyright: 2025 Spyda Music Productions. All rights reserved
Cover photo: Gordon Cowie - https://unsplash.com/@gcowie
[Instrumental Intro]
Yo, you talk a big game, but you always on mute,
Actin' hard in these streets, but you ain't takin' root.
Years I had your back, gave you shots, never feared,
But the first time I needed, you gone disappeared.
Broke as a joke, man, your future lookin' bleak,
Flickin' crumbs like it's dough, but you ain't even speak.
Flexin' on these hoes with your pocket full of air,
But when it's time to hustle, ain't nobody there.
Out here chasin' skirts, tryna splash like a fool,
While your friends makin' moves, you just swimmin' in drool.
No style, no swag, man, you lost in the mist,
Dressin' like you thrift-shopped and forgot what exists.
Makin' poor choices, old friend, just face the facts,
While I'm stackin' this cheddar, you just fallin' in cracks.
Lookin' sad, holdin' bags, but ain't takin' the leap,
You buried in your doubts, man, Im out here reppin' deep.
[Instrumental Break]
You poppin' off at the mouth, but your pockets real thin,
Claimin' that you savage, but you aint in the win.
I'm grindin' like a beast, while you chillin' in fear,
Every time you need help, homie gone disappear.
Lyin' to yourself, thinkin' money makes the man,
But when it comes to loyalty, you ain't got a plan.
Pourin' all your cash on some thottie to impress,
But when the storm come, you just losin' the chess.
I'm tired of the games, dog, it's all just a front,
You playin' like you hard, but you really just blunt.
Hit the gym, hit the block, man, just try to steer clear,
Cause the real ones know, fool, you gone disappear.
[Refrain]
So go ahead and flex, but I see through the act,
You ain't got no drive, man, you low on the facts.
Quickest way to get ghost, boy, just follow the leer,
And remember this shit: you gone disappear.
[Instrumental Break]
Oh, yeah, you talk a big game, but you always on mute,
Actin' hard in these streets, but you ain't takin' root.
Years I had your back, gave you shots, never feared,
But the first time I needed, you gone disappeared.
Man you broke n youre a joke, your future lookin' bleak,
Flickin' crumbs like it's dough, but you ain't even speak.
Flexin' on these hoes with your pocket full of air,
But when it's time to hustle, ain't nobody there.
Out here chasin' skirts, tryna splash like a fool,
While your friends makin' moves, you just swimmin' in drool.
No style, no swag, man, you lost in the mist,
Dressin' like you thrift-shopped and forgot what exists.
[Outro]
So go ahead and flex, but I see through the act,
You ain't got no drive, man, you low on the facts.
Quickest way to get ghost, boy, just follow the leer,
And remember this shit: you gone disappear.
[End]
