Gtfo - Billy Marchiafava

How 'bout you? How 'bout you? You took my love for granted You left me lost and disenchanted Bulldoze my heart as if you planned it My prince was so unjustly handsome Who was a knight in shining armor? I coulda sworn you loved me harder Might as well down this Caymus bottle I ain't the type to play the martyr How 'bout you get the fuck out? How 'bout you get the fuck out? Get the fuck out (How 'bout you) take your tings and be on your merry way Fly off with a wink, bye bye baby How about you scusami Mimi'll call your valet (You just) take your tings and be on your merry way My friends all saw it in your eyes They told me once, they told me twice I looked beyond all the signs I guess false love makes you blind, ay Who was a knight in shining armor? (You, you, you) I coulda swore you loved me harder (You, you, you) Might as well down this Caymus bottle (You, you, you) I ain't the type to play the martyr How 'bout you get the fuck out? (how about) How 'bout you get the fuck out? How about you get the fuck out? (How 'bout you) take your tings and be on your merry way (How 'bout you) fly off with a wink, bye bye, baby (How 'bout you) scusami Mimi'll I'll call your valet (How 'bout you) take your tings and be on your merry way How 'bout you get the fuck out? (Fuck out, fuck out) (Get the fuck out) Don't tell me these lies when you're bluffing How 'bout you get the fuck out? Go stay at your friend's house or something Don't mean to be rude, but take your shit and leave (How 'bout you) Go stay at your friend's house or something (How 'bout you) Go and stay with your homeboy, he was talking to (How 'bout you) I ain't tryna be rude, but you're lucky (How 'bout you) I ain't kick your ass out last weekend (How 'bout you) take your things and be on your merry way (How 'bout you) fly off with a wink Bye bye, baby

(Damn son, where'd you find this trash?) They could never figure me out Look at me now I remember being stuck on the couch Had to make a song 'cause I heard there's a drought Had to switch it up, never stickin' to one sound Fumbling the bag is a thing that you like doing I don't understand how you think you're an influence I could be alone today But I'ma lay back and just kick it with my humans Billy a professor and these rappers are my students Please grab a seat, let me show you how I do it Far from the person that you see on the computer Every days off like Bueller, Bueller, Bueller I could tell you ain't got no sense of humor I could tell you ain't got no sense of humor I'm a beast, I'm a dog on a hunt for a cougar If you see me at the party, do not show me your music, okay Billy's on the beat, bringing the heat Go shawty, it's ya birthday I'ma blow a rack and make it back on a Thursday The whip outside and it's looking good on my worst day You could hit my line, but baby do not be thirsty 'Cause the boy is always working like a surgeon, a doctor I'm certain I'm rockin' this shit 'til I am dead in a coffin I get paid to be awesome, used to just be Jim from the office Make a deposit every time I jot, I feel like an author Don't make me go Hollywood like I'm Kevin Costner These rappers I foster, I'm really making bread like a father (Damn, son) Focused on my craft, macaroni I just left the studio, it's six in the morning I just left the studio, it's six in the morning Did you hear me, I'm really recording 'Til I can hear them birds and I'm yawning I'm sick and I'm coughing, I'm really tryna live in the moment Don't do that often, I'm constantly thinking about where I'm going (Billy on the track) Let me get a plate of that lunch, munch Goofy better run Goofy better bring my funds 14 labels on my buns You said you like my songs, name one You said you like my songs, name five In my ear, Mike Tyson, my style, you bite Never needed anybody, I'm not your buddy, I'm barely even mine I'm a monster, come alive in the night (Billy on the-)