Back Up
Yeah
Got a lot to prove, but I keep moving like the best out
Gotta tell the truth, my whole to-do list got me stressed out
All the unsaved numbers in my phone are getting left out
Sorry but you get no say, I don't know what you pressed 'bout
Can't afford to check out 'til checks I'm making elevating
This is for the days me and sisters lived in sketchy places
Bloodstains on our steps on Halloween were not for decoration
Never moving back, just moving up, so tell my haters
Pack it up
Pack it up
Ok that's enough
Checking up
On my status that is really sad as fuck
Wanna see me doing badly, they don't want it bad enough
Talking free behind my back but never see them back it up
Back it up
Chit chat on an app not applicable
Sit back and I laugh with a glass half full
Sip that, got a palette for passionate flows
Switch those like clothes
Make it fashionable
Eyes on the path
My blinders attached
Don't try to distract
Fuck what you heard
Grapevine getting hacked
Cuz I don't have time to react
To who isn't liking him
Play you something on a tiny violin
Cry a river, rowing by you tryna swim
Float around you in a higher type of realm
Dialect divine
I'm one of a kind
Kind of you to give advice but I decline
Climbing through the hills of life but I'll be fine
Typing feelings is a likelihood of mine
But it's never on a trifling type of time
Spilling my heart into folders and notes on a desktop
Filling the vault
Shit getting dark
Nothing comedic and comic sans be the typical font
Pick a decision
The guts to give up or the will to move on
Which do I want?
Gather 'round women, children, and all
Who will listen, I wanna sing you a song
Fuck all that thinking you wrong
Fuck all that
Fuck all the people who string you along
Get what you after and get it alone
Give it the maximum, live for your own
Fuck all the asking
Public perception
Nothing but a bunch of fucking projecting
People will pray you don't double your blessings
Just so you stuck in humbler setting
Nah, I cannot give you the pleasure
Of measuring up to relate to me better
I'm set on some shit you could never complete
You in your head you could never compete
My momma taught to never concede
That apple stuck when it fell off the tree
This the beginning like Adam and Eve
Don't come again if you leave
Pack it up
Pack it up
Ok that's enough
Checking up
On my status that is really sad as fuck
Wanna see me doing badly, they don't want it bad enough
Talking free behind my back but never see them back it up
Back it up
Got a lot to prove, but I keep moving like the best out
Gotta tell the truth, my whole to-do list got me stressed out
All the unsaved numbers in my phone are getting left out
Sorry but you get no say, I don't know what you pressed 'bout
Can't afford to check out 'til checks I'm making elevating
This is for the days me and sisters lived in sketchy places
Bloodstains on our steps on Halloween were not for decoration
Never moving back, just moving up, so tell my haters
Pack it up
Pack it up
Ok that's enough
Checking up
On my status that is really sad as fuck
Wanna see me doing badly, they don't want it bad enough
Talking free behind my back but never see them back it up
Back it up
Chit chat on an app not applicable
Sit back and I laugh with a glass half full
Sip that, got a palette for passionate flows
Switch those like clothes
Make it fashionable
Eyes on the path
My blinders attached
Don't try to distract
Fuck what you heard
Grapevine getting hacked
Cuz I don't have time to react
To who isn't liking him
Play you something on a tiny violin
Cry a river, rowing by you tryna swim
Float around you in a higher type of realm
Dialect divine
I'm one of a kind
Kind of you to give advice but I decline
Climbing through the hills of life but I'll be fine
Typing feelings is a likelihood of mine
But it's never on a trifling type of time
Spilling my heart into folders and notes on a desktop
Filling the vault
Shit getting dark
Nothing comedic and comic sans be the typical font
Pick a decision
The guts to give up or the will to move on
Which do I want?
Gather 'round women, children, and all
Who will listen, I wanna sing you a song
Fuck all that thinking you wrong
Fuck all that
Fuck all the people who string you along
Get what you after and get it alone
Give it the maximum, live for your own
Fuck all the asking
Public perception
Nothing but a bunch of fucking projecting
People will pray you don't double your blessings
Just so you stuck in humbler setting
Nah, I cannot give you the pleasure
Of measuring up to relate to me better
I'm set on some shit you could never complete
You in your head you could never compete
My momma taught to never concede
That apple stuck when it fell off the tree
This the beginning like Adam and Eve
Don't come again if you leave
Pack it up
Pack it up
Ok that's enough
Checking up
On my status that is really sad as fuck
Wanna see me doing badly, they don't want it bad enough
Talking free behind my back but never see them back it up
Back it up
Credits
Writer(s): August Brainard-brunelle
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.