Текст песни PACK IT UP BOY - City Girl , tiffi

I did not even know that there was joy in life until I started playing video games
I am not even kidding
Like...
Pew-pew
Brain serotonin
Kill a man? I like it
Listen

I think that you've gotten the wrong impression
You say you love me but I don't love the pressure
Call me baby, I'll be calling you never
Miss me with that shit
I will never be that bitch

You're okay but really nothing that special
Save your love letters for someone who wants you (Not me!)
I think it's funny I'm the one you confessed to
Boy just give it up
Out of patience, out of luck

In my personal opinion I'm thinkin'
You shouldn't text me especially if you're drinkin'
What would your mamma say if she knew you were simpin'
Pack it up boy, back it up, oh-yeah

Didn't wanna say it but I'm out of options
I don't want your roses, this shit ain't my callin'
No one told me that I should proceed with caution
So pack it up boy, back it up, oh-yeah

I think that you've gotten the wrong impression
You say you love me but I don't love the pressure
Call me baby, I'll be calling you never
Miss me with that shit
I will never be that bitch

I don't think I really treat you that special
Chase a pretty girl who actually gets you
Brutally honest and for that I applaud you
Boy just give it up
You're really pushing your luck

In my personal opinion I'm thinkin'
You shouldn't text me especially if you're drinkin'
What would your mamma say if she knew you were simpin'
Pack it up boy, back it up, oh-yeah

Swear at night that you be weighing on my conscience
You be taking shit I say straight out of context
Had an idea of what we were but then I lost it
Pack it up boy, back it up, oh-yeah

I think that you've gotten the wrong impression
You say you love me but I don't love the pressure (No!)
Call me baby, I'll be calling you never
Miss me with that shit
I will never be that bitch (Bitch!)

You're okay but really nothing that special
Save your love letters for someone who wants you (Not me!)
I think it's funny I'm the one you confessed to
Boy just give it up
Out of patience, out of luck

In my personal opinion I'm thinkin'
You shouldn't text me especially if you're drinkin'
What would you your mamma say if she knew you were simpin'
Pack it up boy, back it up, oh-yeah

And then I was like, "Sorry dude, you gotta go!"