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Get Your Shit

This song is by Wiz Khalifa and appears on the album Rolling Papers (2011).

I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl
Every night you keep callin me with the same shit
I'm goin' insane
I swear I love you but this ain't right for us
I never thought it would end this way, it's gonna kill me to say
But you gotta...

Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
Told you that I'm movin on you didn't well you oughtta know

To mold you I admit was my mission but everything went wrong there
'Cause you start actin' different
The day you ran up on me I was smokin', chillin'
Swore you was tryin' to roll ain't know I was so appealin
Fast forward I'm on the road, you at home
Callin me back, forth
Can't deal with this relationship but this what you asked for,
Ask for them pictures of them bitches,
Shit, I probably wouldn't be wit 'em if your ass wasn't trippin',
Not to mention you action like a kid, is the fuck shit I gotta deal wit
Send a text, leave me a message try not to listen bring a wrap, you was the main player,
I had to bench you when I showed yo ass how to ball that Louie I bought it all.

I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl (uh)
Every night you keep callin me with the same shit
I'm goin' insane
I swear I love you but this ain't right for us
I never thought it would end this way, it's gonna kill me to say
But you gotta...

Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
Told you that I'm movin on you didn't, well you oughta know

Gone on the road and I'm hardly home on the weekend
You'll be blowin' my phone up, try to see who I'm seein
But I'm chasin this paper, so for this paper I'm reachin'
Might fuck one or two bitches but don't consider it cheatin'
I consider the fact I will break up anyway, anyway
Based on all the shit that you don't appreciate...
Me switchin states, workin hard, meetin dates
N you were thinkin' everything was sweet, piece of cake.
Well that all changed
What we had was big but you gonna miss the small things...
N that lil cash I spent, that was small change, but above all things,
I still love you but I gotta do my own thing... uh

I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl
Every night you keep callin me with the same shit
I'm goin' insane
I swear I love you but this ain't right for us
I never thought it would end this way, it's gonna kill me to say
But you gotta...

Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
Told you that I'm movin on you didn't, well you oughtta know

How come I never come back now when you call I never call back
'Cause I gotta new girl. Yeah, I gotta new girl.
Everything was all good then went all bad and no I don't think 'bout the times that we had 'cause,
I gotta new girl. Yeah, I gotta new girl. Yeah.

Oh, oh, oh, oh. [x8]

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