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Exit time
Tek weh
Salida la puerta mamita
Gone she gone, cut out
Come to di lovin weh sweeta
Sean da P, yagga yow
Longside Mya, top girl
Doh look back girl wen mi tell yuh dis
Said I'm packing all my bags (Remove yah)
Gettin' the hell up outta here
I don' know jus' where I'm going
But it's far away from here
Said I'm filling up my tank
Gonna blast my radio
Got my dollars in my pocket
Whichever way the wind blows
Now go, just go, I'm ready, I'm ready
In my rear view mirror
I don't see nothing but smoke
Everything's much clearer
And I push that metal into the floor
(Oh-oh-oh)
I gotta go, go, oh-oh, uh
Oh-oh-oh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, uh
I gotta go, go, oh-oh, uh
Oh-oh-oh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, uh
Not a care in the world
Rolling low now in my ride
And even though I'm all alone
Feels like I'm floating on cloud nine
See I'm stepping on the gas and gonna press rewind
All the things that held me back
I'm leaving them all behind
I'm sure I want more, I'm ready
I'm looking, I'm looking in the
In my rear view mirror
I don't see nothing but smoke, yeah
Everything's much clearer
And I push that metal into the floor
I'm ready to go
(Oh oh oh)
I gotta go, go, oh-oh, uh
Oh-oh-oh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, uh
I gotta go, go, oh-oh, uh
Oh-oh-oh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, uh
Becah yuh neva did a listen
An yuh neva tek talk
Neva did a consider di woman how she walk
Figure seh yuh wud a have a whole hand pon di heart
Figure seh yuh cud a keep har love inna di dark
But rude bwoy, she's a shining star
Dung inna di rear view mirrors yuh get caught
Neva did a pree seh di ting cud a cut short
Fren dem a warn an tell yuh from start
But yuh nah tek heed an yuh nah move smart
Neva look dung di road
Neva play your part
So she look annoda man fi di
Stamina-pamina-pami-namina
She waan fi get di ting sort out
Talk bout she's leaving
Now you're heart broken, grieving
S to di P gwaan stepping
Straight up repping
Ready wen di girls dem bawl out
In my rear view mirror
I don't see nothing but smoke (I don't see nothing but smoke)
Everything's much clearer
And I push that metal into the floor
(Oh oh oh)
I gotta go, go, oh-oh, uh
Oh-oh-oh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, uh
I gotta go, go, oh-oh, uh
Oh-oh-oh, uh, oh-oh-oh-oh, uh
Yeah
Written by: PJ Bianco, Zach Hannah
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