F**k It I'm Gone Lyrics - J Warner

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 

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[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 

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[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 

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