'Till I'm Gone (Remix)
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]I grew tired of the same, then one nightPacked my things, told the one I loveI’ll be back one dayThrough the fight, through the painBooked a flight, took a planeTold her not to cryI’ll be back one day
(Remix)
Been dreaming this since I was youngSo baby girl I’ll be going til I’m gone (gone)Til I’m gone (gone)
[Tinie Tempah - Verse 1]Can’t see me bitch, I’m something you will never knowI’m a star you need a muthafucking telescopeDoing numbers, punching in the telephonesI give em line after line like I’m selling cokeI’m well connected like a nigga with a modemAnd these bitches know I ball that's why these bitches on my scrotumFlying right across the ocean bumping Frank and Billy OceanOn a private jet, they let a nigga smoke, think I’m joking
Come and play, pour out another bottleBring your girls round and lets turn my apartment to a brothelI do this shit for real, blowing up the clubsAnd when they see the bottles then them bitches know it’s us, muthafuckers
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]I grew tired of the same, then one nightPacked my things, told the one I loveI’ll be back one dayThrough the fight, through the painBooked a flight, took a planeTold her not to cryI’ll be back one day
Been dreaming this since I was youngSo baby girl I’ll be going til I’m gone (gone)Til I’m gone (gone)Til I’m goneBut I wont be gone for too long
[Pusha T - Verse 2]Yeah, you see I’m back like I never leftThe haters stay, see they never leftI’m selling [?] over trebleWrist looking like a treasure chestHella pads and hella jetsWe fly, back seats we driveHotels attire, next stop DubaiTell a bitch “bye bye”We getting at this money at the momentDrop SLS is just a bonusPush with Tinie Tempah, better watch ya temperThe holder of that [?], got a heart like DecemberSo roll with the winners or move out the way of the stormCause I’m coming for all crowns till the day that I’m goneNever gone.
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
[Jim Jones]Spent summers, Harlem world, spent summers in MiamiAtlanta stripper girls got my [?] in the GrammysAnd I be buying time, just like my AudemarYou catch us flying by inside them foreign carsMy sneakers from uptown, my diamonds from the districtAnd when I be uptown, you know I got the biscuitSo crack another bottle, light another bluntMommy looking good, see that bitch from the frontShe going to the back, but that’s not the trunkShe had some Louie luggage, put your bags up in the frontYou catch us in the kitchen, and we be cooking powderThese niggas ain't freshen if you put ‘em in the shower
[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]