Packed it in

Some nights almost gave it up I really almost packed it in
I was dipping I was dabbling
Second guessing on me second guessing on me
Some nights almost gave it up I really almost packed it in

I was thinking I couldn't be what I wanna be
Thats a fucked up feeling
Now I pack it in the Louie V
Now she run and jump on top of me
She been going dummy with the brain like lobotomy
If it ain't about the ah then don't talk to me
Swap the dime for a dime it's not a new thang
Went back to Miami with a new chain

Fucking up the body with a new frame
I don't know her name but she know mine
Turn the table gotta lotta M's at it now
Turn the table gotta lotta M's at it now

Some nights almost gave it up I really almost packed it in
I was dipping I was dabbling
Second guessing on me second guessing on me
Some nights almost gave it up I really almost packed it in

Last three months I spent it on the road
Wyling
Margiella when I style it
Pain made me a million
Pain made me a million

Uno dos tres boutta tally them
I can not decide I want all of them
Use to look at me sideways
Now Im boutta ball on them

Some nights almost gave it up I really almost packed it in
I was dipping I was dabbling
Second guessing on me second guessing on me
Some nights almost gave it up I really almost packed it in



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Writer(s): Neilan Dolan
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