It's Not Right But It's Okay
It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags, up and leave
And don't you dare come runnin' back to me
Friday night, you and your boys went out to eat, oh
Then they hung out, but you came home around three, yes, you did
If six of y'all went out, ah, then four of you were really cheap, yeah
'Cause only two of you had dinner, I found your credit card receipt
It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags, up and leave
And don't you dare come runnin' back to me
It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags, up and leave
And don't you dare come runnin' back to me
I'm packing bags so you can leave town for a week, yes, I am
The phone rings, and then you look at me (why'd you turn and look at me?)
You said it was one of your friends, down on 54th Street, boy
So why did 213 show up on your Caller I.D.? Oh
I've been through all of this before (I've been through all this before)
So how could you think (don't think about it, don't think about it)
That I would stand around and take some more? (Get gone, get gone)
Things are gonna change
It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags, up and leave
And don't you dare come runnin' back to me
It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you, leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy, yeah
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags, up and leave
And don't you dare come runnin' back to me
Friday night, you and your boys went out to eat, oh
Then they hung out, but you came home around three, yes, you did
If six of y'all went out, ah, then four of you were really cheap, yeah
'Cause only two of you had dinner, I found your credit card receipt
It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags, up and leave
And don't you dare come runnin' back to me
It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags, up and leave
And don't you dare come runnin' back to me
I'm packing bags so you can leave town for a week, yes, I am
The phone rings, and then you look at me (why'd you turn and look at me?)
You said it was one of your friends, down on 54th Street, boy
So why did 213 show up on your Caller I.D.? Oh
I've been through all of this before (I've been through all this before)
So how could you think (don't think about it, don't think about it)
That I would stand around and take some more? (Get gone, get gone)
Things are gonna change
It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags, up and leave
And don't you dare come runnin' back to me
It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you, leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Fred Iii Jerkins, Lashawn Ameen Daniels, Toni J. Estes, Rodney Jerkins, Isaak J. Phillips
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