A cleverly written track about a classic subject with a last line that brings the whole house down. Pay attention to the entire song, you'll see...
A self-trained musical mimic from Chicago who currently works out of Orange County, CA, soundtrack's original compositions are designed to make people dance, fa
Story behind the song
Originally performed at LIT Lounge in Chicago (now defunct). Initial response: men loved it, female hated it... until they heard the last line of Armen Rah's verse, and then everyone loved it. Currently on the permanent playlist at DFR Productions events (North Chicago).
Lyrics
GTFO
written by peter kim, ralph dalton, armand mcwilliams
Intro (leaving a voicemail)
You heard this story before,
Kick in the door with the 4.4
She’s like, “Poppa don’t hit me no more,”
I’ma tell you how it unfold
All the complaining got me really hating
The way you play games around here
I know you ain’t listenin’ but you can
Hear me ‘cuz it ain’t the same around here
But you on that monkeyball, think you an
Underdog [you] givin’ me lip every time we talk
I don’t know who you think I am, I’m a man
I’m sorry ma’am but it’s time for you to walk
I’m done with you drama, I’m done with your mama
Who actin’ like she done gave birth to me
Could care less about hurtin’ your feelings
‘Cuz on the real you no longer a concern to me, b*** !
Typically I don’t call woman out
But you’re the reason for us fallin’ out
So pack up your bags, I’ll call you a cab, but
You gotta get the f*** out!
HOOK:
Get the fuuuck out, ‘cuz I’m sick of your sh** ( b*** , I’m sick of your sh** )
Get the fuuuck out, ‘cuz I’m sick of your sh** ( b*** , I’m sick of your sh** )
Get the fuuuck out, ‘cuz I’m sick of your sh** ( b*** , I’m sick of your sh** )
So pack up all your sh** , ‘cuz I’m done, ‘cuz I quit
Get the f*** out, and don’t ever come back to me
Lest I turn you to salt for the agony
It’s no one’s fault, it never was, you never
Gave it a second thought, so, thanks for havin’ me
I’m over you like I’m a canopy
Still got the swagger with your dagger stabbin’ me
It’s nice not havin’ dramas and tragedies,
Havin’ to answer for all my soundtrackery
Now your sister’s all mad at me?
Do all you b*** es come from the same factory?
sh** … if I had to make an analogy
I’d say you’re crazy, you ain’t no Her Majesty
What you know besides ego and vanity?
Who told you knowledge and love got no calories?
Where was your mind while I filled your anatomy?
Did you love me or did you love my salary?
In the beginning I knew you were the one for me
I was lovin’ you, you were lovin’ me
Now it’s hard to get you to make love to me
Outside you’re beautiful, inside you’re ug-i-ly
Damn! I should have listened to mama, b,
You come home later now, actin’ all bubbly
You givin’ it UP to another G, you’re
F*** in’ SOME-body you damn sure ain’t f*** in’ me!
I remember I was your Number One till I
Busted you with another dude’s number, hon
You said all I gave you was hard dick and bubble gum
That’s a lie… NEVER gave you no bubble gum!
Now that your cover is blown, it’s time for
You to get OFF on your own
Pack up your sh** and move outta this home
My fault, this is YOUR crib, f*** it, I’m gone!
