Get Your Shit
[Chorus"]
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 gonna kill me to say this 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
I told you that I'm moving on
You didn't well it's hard to know
[?] I admit it was my mission
But everything went wrong there
'Cause you started acting different
The day you ran up on me I was smoking
Chillin' swore you was trying to roll, ain't know it was so appealin'
Fast forward I'm on the road
You at home calling me back forth
Can't do 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 shit ass wasn't trippin'
Not to mention you're acting like a kid
It's the fuck shit I gotta deal with
Send a text leave me a message try not to listen
Bring the ref' you was the main player I had to bench you
When I showed your ass how to ball
That Louie I bought it all
[Chorus"]
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 gonna kill me to say this 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
I told you that I'm moving on
You didn't well it's hard to know
Gone on the road, and I'm hardly home on the weekend
You'll be blowing my phone up tryin 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 don't consider it cheatin'
I considered the fact I will break up anyway, anyway
Based on all that shit you don't appreciate
Me switching states, working hard meetin and dates,
You were thinking everything was sweet piece of cake
Well that all change, what we have is big
But you're 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
[Chorus:]
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 gonna kill me to say this 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
I told you that I'm moving on
You didn't well it's hard to know
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
You know I don't think about the time that we had
'Cause I got a new girl, yeah I got a new girl
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