Get Your Shit Songtext
von Wiz Khalifa

I′m tired of arguing and fighting girl
Every night you keep calling me with the same shit
I'm going 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
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 moving on you didn′t well you outta know


To shape and mold you I admit was my mission
But everything went wrong there
'Cause you started acting different
The day you ran up on me
I was smoking chilling
Swear you was trying to roll
Ain′t know what was soo appealing
Fast forward
I'm on the road your at home calling me back forth
Can′t deal with this relationship but this what you asked for
As for them pictures of them bitches
Shit I probably wouldn't be with them if your ass wasn′t tripping
Not to mention, you actin like a kid is the fuckshit I gotta deal with
Send a text, leave me a message, try not to listen
Bring a ref you was the main player I had to bench you
When I showed your ass 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 shit
I'm going 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
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 moving on you didn't well you outta know


Gone on the road and I′m hardly home on the weekend
You be blowing my phone up
Trying to see who I'm seeing
But I′m chasing this paper
So for this paper I'm reaching
Might fuck one or two bitches
But dont consider it cheating
I consider the fact that we'll break up anyway (anyway)
Based on all the shit that you dont 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 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 arguing and fighting girl
Every night you keep calling me with the same shit
I'm going 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
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 moving on you didn′t well you outta know

Now I go
I'll never come back
Now when you call
I'll never call back
′Cause I got a new girl
Yeah I got a new girl

Everything was all good
Then went all bad
No, I dont think bout the things that we had
′Cause I got a new girl
Yeah I got a new girl
Oh oh oh...