• Artist: Wiz Khalifa
• Song Title: Get Your Shit
• Album: Rolling Papers

I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl
Every night you keep calling me with the same s*** I'm going 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 s*** gotta go
Pack your stuff leave my keys get your s*** gotta go
Pack your stuff leave my keys get your s*** gotta go
Told you that I'm moving on you didn't well you ought to know

To hold to shape and mold you I admit was my mission
But everything went wrong dear cause you start acting different
The day you ran up on me I was smoking chilling
Swore you was trying to roll ain't know what was so appealing
Fast forward I'm on the road you at home calling me back forth
Can't deal with this relationship but this what you asked for
As for them pictures of them b****es
S*** I probably wouldn't be wit em if your a** wasn't tripping
Not to mention you actin' like a kid is the f*** s*** I gotta deal wit
Send a text leave me a message try not to listen
Bring a rep you was the main player I had to bench you
When I showed yo a** how to ball that Louis I bought it all.

I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl
Every night you keep calling me with the same s*** I'm going 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 s*** gotta go
Pack your stuff leave my keys get your s*** gotta go
Pack your stuff leave my keys get your s*** gotta go
Told you that I'm moving on you didn't well you ought to know

Gone on the road and I'm hardly home on the weekend
You'll be blowing my phone up try to see who I'm seeing
But I'm chasing this paper so for this paper I'm reaching
Might f*** one or two b****es but don't consider it cheating
I consider the fact I will break up anyway anyway
Based on all the s*** that you don't appreciate
Me switching states working hard meeting dates
And you were thinking everything was sweet piece of cake
Well that all changed
What we had was big but you gonna miss the small things
And that lil cash I spent that was small change
But above all things
I still love you but I gotta do my own thing

I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl
Every night you keep calling me with the same s*** I'm going 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 s*** gotta go
Pack your stuff leave my keys get your s*** gotta go
Pack your stuff leave my keys get your s*** gotta go
Told you that I'm moving on you didn't well you ought to 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

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