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Wiz Khalifa

[Chorus]
I grew tired of the same, then one night
Packed my things, told the one I love
I'll be back one day
Through the fight, through the pain
Booked a flight, took a plane
Told her not to cry
I'll be back one day

Been dreaming this since I was young
So baby girl I'll be going til I'm gone (gone)
Til I'm gone (gone)
Til I'm gone (gone)

I buy time in switzerland
I drive round in monaco
I shook hands with royalty
I make songs that monarchs know
Ti ti ti la so fa?
Mi mi mi ra do?
Call me aloe blacc 'cause I need that dollar yo
Ha ha
Hic-hic-hiccup
Blame it on the liquor
I came through like a stick up
Now I'm ballin' like a kick up
I be cutting off these bitches like an episode of nip tuck
And yes I am the best man, I'm so sorry bout the mix up

Come out and play, pour out another bottle
Lets do it all today and worry bout it all tomorrow
I do it for the thrill
You know I love the rush
And once you get me going I can never get enough

I grew tired of the same, then one night
Packed my things, told the one I love
I'll be back one day
Through the fight, through the pain
Booked a flight, took a plane
Told her not to cry
I'll be back one day

Been dreaming this since I was young
So baby girl I'll be going til I'm gone (gone)
Til I'm gone (gone)
Til I'm gone
But I wont be gone for too long

In Amsterdam, and Milan
Just came off Aussie tour
You've never seen this thing before?
I'm the one like 2 plus 3
M-m-m-minus four
Fe-fe-fe-fi-fo-fum
Every time that I climb a stalk
Yeah, yeah, I'm honest I landed in a rocket
With a crown inside my watch and silver peace sign on my bonnet
You don't need a thermometer to tell you who's the hottest
Ip dip do muthafucker you are not it

Come out and play, pour out another bottle
Lets do it all today and worry bout it all tomorrow
I do it for the thrill
You know I love the rush
And once you get me going I can never get enough

[Chorus]

OK I'm in it, I'm in it to the finish
I keep them bottles coming like my card ain't got no limit
Got some friends that playing football
And some friends that playing cricket
And a mistress that is fine like a fucking parking ticket
Ha ha
I said I'm in it, I'm in it til the finish
I keep them bottles coming til there ain't nothing in it
I'm like Mario on mushrooms
I'm like Popeye on some spinach
We gon' keep it coming till I no speaka no English
Ah

[Chorus]

Written by THOMAZ, CAMERON JIBRIL/HERMANSEN, TOR ERIK/ERIKSEN, MIKKEL STORLEER/OKOGWU, PATRICK JUNIOR CHUKWUEMKA
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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