Gone Til November (the Makin' Runs Remix) Lyrics - Wyclef Jean

I wanna dedicate this song, 'Gone Till November' 

To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room 

And all you fellas, going down south, not making it back 

May the Lord bless your soul, I love you girl 

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry 

I ask myself, why oh why? See you must understand 

I can't work a nine to five, so I'll be gone till November 

Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November 

Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November 

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November 

Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November 

January, February, March, April, May 

I see you crying but girl I can't stay 

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November 

And give a kiss to my mother 

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Girl I gotta leave, please don't cry 

When I come back, you know the limit's the sky 

I'll take you out to dinner, to your favorite spot 

Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot 

Drive-by movies by a cemetery 

If my corpse could talk then I would tell you I was sorry 

'Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous' 

Some die with a name, some die nameless 

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry 

I ask myself, why oh why? See you must understand 

I can't work a nine to five, so I'll be gone till November 

Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November 

Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November 

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November 

Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November 

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January, February, March, April, May 

I see you crying but girl I can't stay 

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November 

And give a kiss to my mother 

We had nothin', I had to do something 

So I'm 'Knocking On Heaven's Door' like I'm Bob Dylan 

Ever contemplating, the charges I'm facing 

My new born son, I hope I see his graduation 

Take him to the movies by the cemetery 

If my corpse could talk then I would tell him, I was sorry 

'Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous' 

Some die with a name, some die nameless 

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry 

I ask myself, why oh why? See you must understand 

I can't work a nine to five, so I'll be gone till November 

Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November 

Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November 

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November 

Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November 

January, February, March, April, May 

I see you crying but girl I can't stay 

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November 

And give a kiss to my mother