Get Your Shit Lyrics - Rolling Papers - 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 oughtta know 

To have to shape and mold you I admit was my mission but everything went wrong there 

Cuz 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 

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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 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, 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 oughtta know 

How come I never come back now when you call I never call back 

Cuz 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 cuz 

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. 

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Oh, oh, oh, oh. 

Oh, oh, oh, oh.