'Till I'm Gone [Remix] lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa - 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

(Remix)

Been dreaming this since I was young

So 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 know

I’m a star you need a muthafucking telescope

Doing numbers, punching in the telephones

I give em line after line like I’m selling coke

I’m well connected like a nigga with a modem

And these bitches know I ball that's why these bitches on my scrotum

Flying right across the ocean bumping Frank and Billy Ocean

On a private jet, they let a nigga smoke, think I’m joking

Come and play, pour out another bottle

Bring your girls round and lets turn my apartment to a brothel

I do this shit for real, blowing up the clubs

And when they see the bottles then them bitches know it’s us, muthafuckers

[Wiz Khalifa - 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

But I wont be gone for too long

[Pusha T - Verse 2]

Yeah, you see I’m back like I never left

The haters stay, see they never left

I’m selling [?] over treble

Wrist looking like a treasure chest

Hella pads and hella jets

We fly, back seats we drive

Hotels attire, next stop Dubai

Tell a bitch “bye bye”

We getting at this money at the moment

Drop SLS is just a bonus

Push with Tinie Tempah, better watch ya temper

The holder of that [?], got a heart like December

So roll with the winners or move out the way of the storm

Cause I’m coming for all crowns till the day that I’m gone

Never gone.

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Jim Jones]

Spent summers, Harlem world, spent summers in Miami

Atlanta stripper girls got my [?] in the Grammys

And I be buying time, just like my Audemar

You catch us flying by inside them foreign cars

My sneakers from uptown, my diamonds from the district

And when I be uptown, you know I got the biscuit

So crack another bottle, light another blunt

Mommy looking good, see that bitch from the front

She going to the back, but that’s not the trunk

She had some Louie luggage, put your bags up in the front

You catch us in the kitchen, and we be cooking powder

These niggas ain't freshen if you put ‘em in the shower

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]