[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 (gone) I buy time in switzerland I drive round in monaco I shook hands with royalty I make songs that monarchs know Ti ti ti la so fa? Mi mi mi ra do? Call me aloe blacc 'cause I need that dollar yo Ha ha Hic-hic-hiccup Blame it on the liquor I came through like a stick up Now I'm ballin' like a kick up I be cutting off these bitches like an episode of nip tuck And yes I am the best man, I'm so sorry bout the mix up Come out and play, pour out another bottle Lets do it all today and worry bout it all tomorrow I do it for the thrill You know I love the rush And once you get me going I can never get enough 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 In Amsterdam, and Milan Just came off Aussie tour You've never seen this thing before? I'm the one like 2 plus 3 M-m-m-minus four Fe-fe-fe-fi-fo-fum Every time that I climb a stalk Yeah, yeah, I'm honest I landed in a rocket With a crown inside my watch and silver peace sign on my bonnet You don't need a thermometer to tell you who's the hottest Ip dip do muthafucker you are not it Come out and play, pour out another bottle Lets do it all today and worry bout it all tomorrow I do it for the thrill You know I love the rush And once you get me going I can never get enough [Chorus] OK I'm in it, I'm in it to the finish I keep them bottles coming like my card ain't got no limit Got some friends that playing football And some friends that playing cricket And a mistress that is fine like a fucking parking ticket Ha ha I said I'm in it, I'm in it til the finish I keep them bottles coming til there ain't nothing in it I'm like Mario on mushrooms I'm like Popeye on some spinach We gon' keep it coming till I no speaka no English Ah [Chorus]