Fuck It I'm Gone lyrics

Kick back, sippin' a corona by the poolside

Bumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Good Life

Fuckin' 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'fucka

[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

Fuck 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 ain't 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

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 fuck 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 ain't good enough

My accountant saving money while we getting wasted

Told them bitches life is sweet then let 'em taste it

• Artist:Tinie Tempah
• Album:Happy Birthday (2011)