Fuck It I'm Gone

[Intro: Tinie Tempah] 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, motherfucker [Hook: 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 tear it, fold it, 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 In my Havaianas listening to Razorlight 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 PJs, 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 Martinis Faded off that Mai Tai Why the hell should you be sober When you've been living that high life [Hook: 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 weed's good, I have two 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 [Hook]