(with Eric Williams)



Pack your shit

And get the hell out

Don't come back around here no more

Boy you gotta

Pack your shit

And get the hell out

Don't come back around here no more

Can't you see now baby

With the tears in my eyes I don't feel right

But you don't feel the same way

How can we live this way

Got your girls on the telephone

Talkin bout this and that, that and this

So pack your shit

Go on your merry little way

I've got no time for you today

No way

You said you hup'd up

But you never fucked up (up)

So what the hell is this shit on my covers? (cover)

You say you love me

Every time you fuck me (every time you fuck me)

How could you do this to me

Pack your shit (pack that shit)

And get the hell out

Don't come back around here no more

Boy you gotta

Pack your shit (pack that shit)

And get the hell out

Don't come back around here no more

Now wait a minute now, baby girl

You say the pain in your life is because of me

Then you go fucking up my clothes, my cars

Did all I have to do for you, baby

So check your best friend

Walkin round the house

With those tight mini skirts and no drawers on