Chorus : I'm packing up, then i'm running away X4

Verse 1 : I'm packing up my shit then i'm running away, wherever this bus takes me i'ma stay. I got a couple glad bags to last me for days and your wife ha. She can swallow my hand grenade, cut off with a fucking rusty ass razor blade. I should probably be locked away for this shit but you paved the way for this shit admit it you killing dreams. Like we living on elm street

Chorus : I'm packing up, then i'm running away X4

Verse 2 : You to wishy washy nothing but a spin cycle, i'ma hang you out to dry nigga. This for them kids in the cribs who don't know better, this for them years and them years thought you knew better uhh. I'm pulling strings like i play the guitar, if you marry my daughter i just might buy you a car. Fuck that, that just shows how simple you are but my life is a movie but yo this shit is bizarre