f k it i m gone ft j warner

Tinie Tempah

Kick back, sippin a corona by the poolside
Bumpin Graduation, welcome to the Good Life
F-ckin with the baddest chicks
Rollin with the coolest guys
Only three words that I live by: do or die
When everybody making money
Everybody gettin on
All my niggas sellin drugs
I ll be happy selling songs
Life came at a price, I put my money on
And did it til it s going going gone ma f-cka

[Chorus - J. Warner]

I was working never knowing at the graveyard shift
Congratulated me with a paid hardship
Was it hard, did I fall, baby I did
But I got the scars that made me this rich (Yeah)
And all I m doing now is giving you a page of my life (yeah)
So you can tell before you hold it
F-ck it, you can do whatever you like
Someone tell em I m gone
Eh, someone tell em I m gone
If you re not down, you ll be missing this life
And if you with me, see you on the other side
Someone tell em I m gone

[Tinie Tempah - Verse 1]

Somewhere on the Cayman Islands
I mma have Rihanna s listening to Razor light
Feisty Swedish girls suggesting she should take a flight
I made it this far, can t be afraid of heights
Unimportant calls are costing me a pound a minute
The jurisdiction s England but I m never in it
German Autobahns my life that s why me no limits
I mastered P but I aint with No Limit
Ibiza on pj s, M.I.A for those Heat games
Might have your favourite European DJ at my B day
We party hard on them weekdays

And then party harder on them weekends
Still tryna sleep with my ex-girl
But she adamant that we be friends
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And I m too smart for these dumb bitches
Too young for these grey hairs
Too immature for these fast cars
I push a button, shit change gears
And I m twisted offa them Martini s
Faded off that Mai Tai
Why the hell should you be sober
when you ve been living that high life

[Chorus - J. Warner]

[Verse 2 - Tinie Tempah]

How you supposed to feel when every door is open for you
All your Polish chauffeurs never ever spoken to you
I step on stage, I set the pace
Done a couple girl songs to set the record straight
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I m too cool for these douchebags
My wardrobe got a bandana on it
Cause my is 2pac
The weeds good, I have 2 drags
Mamma told me don t do that
Old money mentality
For every single bit of this new cash
And this new cash for me and all my niggas
Big money, footballer figures
Now I m tryna f-ck every girl in the world
Every supermodel and all the singers
We all the rage we re the latest goss
Bitch, no tequila I call the shots
My bank balance like Tic Tac Toe
Shit loads of noughts and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas better pull em up
I ve got the baddest bitches thinking they aint good enough
My accountant saving money while we getting wasted
Told them bitches life is sweet then let em taste it

[Chorus]