Wiz Khalifa - Till I'm Gone Remix lyrics
[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 b**hes 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 muthaf**er 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 f**ing 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]