Wiz Khalifa - Get Your sh** lyrics

[Chorus] I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl Every night you keep callin me with the same sh** 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 k** me to say But you gotta.. Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your sh**, gotta go Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your sh**, gotta go Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your sh**, gotta go Told you that I'm movin on you didn't well you oughtta know To 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 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 b**hes, sh**, I probably wouldn't be wit em if your a** wasn't trippin, Not to mention you action like a kid, is the f** sh** 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 a** how to ball that Louie I bought it all. [Chorus] I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl (uh) Every night you keep callin me with the same sh** 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 k** me to say But you gotta.. Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your sh**, gotta go Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your sh**, gotta go Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your sh**, 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 f** one or two b**hes but don't consider it cheatin I consider the fact I will break up anyway, anyway Based on all the sh** 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 [Chorus] I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl Every night you keep callin me with the same sh** 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 k** me to say But you gotta.. Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your sh**, gotta go Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your sh**, gotta go Pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your sh**, 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. [x8]