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Wiz Khalifa
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Get Your Shit
I'm tired of arguin' and fightin', 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 gon' kill me to say it 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 did it well, so had to show
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 and know what 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
Asked for them pictures of them bitches, shit
I probably wouldn't be with 'em if your ass wasn't trippin'
Not to mention
You actin' like a kid is the fuck shit I gotta deal with
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 arguin' and fightin', 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 gon' kill me to say it 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 did it well, you oughtta know
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Gone on the road and I'm hardly home on the weekend
You'll be blowin' my phone up, tryin' 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
And you were thinkin' everything was sweet piece of cake
Well, that all changed
What we had was big but you gon' miss the small things
And that little cash I spent, that was small change
But above all things, I still love you, just gotta do my own thing
I'm tired of arguin' and fightin', 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 gon' kill me to say it 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 did it well, you oughtta know
I'll go, I'll 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, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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