Big Sean Get My Shit Together Lyrics

[Intro – Big Sean & Jhene Aiko:]

I swear this life was made for us

All these late nights is made for us

Tell the old ones please pray for us

Tell em this Sunday to pray for us

I swear this life was made for us

No such thing as getting paid too much

Going all night, please pray for us

Going all night, please pray for us

[Chorus – Big Sean:]

I guess I gotta get my shit together

I guess, I gotta get it

I guess it’s do or die now huh

I guess I’m at the age that I can’t try now huh

I guess, I guess, I guess so

I ain’t gotta guess no more, I mean

I mean I’m at the age that I can’t even try no more

I mean we gotta do it, it ain’t even do or die no more

[Verse 1 – Big Sean:]

I woke up early nigga

I had a dream I died at thirty nigga

Aw, twenty something doing real life

To make a million dollars, what it feel like?

It feel like I need to know her right then

It feel like young Ray Allen with the white twins

Popping harder than MJ with the white skin

I take you way back, I’m talking Tommy Hilfiger

Wave cap, way back

Back when we said we need the wrist rocket, ASAP

I had the Casio, time to replace that

Don’t make me snap back, back to the TI$A snapback

Khaled with the flow, you know, they don’t want you to snap, yep

Don’t make me get the car seat, niggas know I’m they pap, pap

Boy they owe it to me like Leonardo DiCap, facts, yep

Look fresh out the deck, getting spoiled rich

I’m just tryna spend it with the Lord, bitch

I been choosing wrong girls my whole life

I hope I don’t fail the test again

And have her going through my texts again

Religiously, like it’s the old testament

Then end up single alone, and stressed again

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 – Big Sean:]

Look, thinking to my self what true success is

To some it’s to get a job, retire, and move to Texas

And take the path less travel, and give them new directions

I’m still taking more risks than I do suggestions

When I was young I was addicted to the Wrestlemania

Maybe cause I had my back against the ropes

And I grew up Stone Cold just ready to face the Undertaker

I treat my enemies like fucking neighbors

Yeah you can borrow the style, and this and that for a while

But trust, I’ll be back to fucking take it

Then take it back to before it all started adding up

Back when it was happening but wasn’t happening fast enough

And the job applications was the only papers stacking up

And we was contemplating black masking out the back of trucks, yup

Do you know how it feel, to have no chill?

And love super thick girls with a supermodel feel

And try and do it bigger than everyone around you ever did and ever will

Then put it in your will

It ain’t about where you at, boy, it’s about where your mind’s at

Got my first job and realized I need two hundred times that

[Chorus]

[Outro – Big Sean & Jhene Aiko:]

I swear this life was made for us

All these late nights is made for us

Tell the old ones please pray for us

Tell em this Sunday to pray for us

I swear this life was made for us

No such thing as getting paid too much

Going all night, please pray for us

Going all night, please pray for us