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Get Your S**t
by Wiz Khalifa



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, its 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

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,
Its 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 gon' miss the small things,
'N' that lil' cash I spent, that was small change,
But above all things, I still love you
Just 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,
Its 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

I'll go 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
You know 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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