City Girl - PACK IT UP BOY lyrics

{intro} 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 {chorus} I think that you’ve got under the wrong impression (yeah) You say you love me but i don’t love the pressure (nope) Call me baby, i’ll be calling you never (eh, eh, eh, eh) Miss me with that sh*t, i will never be that b*tch uh You’re okay but really nothing that special Savе your love letters for somеone that wants you (not me) I think its funny that i’m that you confessed to Boy just give it up, out of patience out of luck uh (uh, uh, uh, uh) {verse 1} In my personal opinion, i’m thinking You shouldn’t text me especially if you’re drinking What would your mama say if she knew you were simpin’? Pack it up boy, pack it up oh yeah Didn’t want to say it but i’m out of options I don’t want your roses, this sh*t ain’t my calling No one told me that i should proceed with caution So pack it up boy, pack it up oh yeah {chorus} I think that you’ve got under the wrong impression (impression) You say you love me but i don’t love the pressure (pressure) Call me baby, i’ll be calling you never (calling you never) Miss me with that sh*t, i will never be that b*tch uh I don’t think i really treat you that special Just a pretty girl who actually gets you But really honest and for that i applaud you (skrrt, skrrt) Boy just give it up, you’re really pushing your luck uh {verse 2} In my personal opinion, i’m thinking You shouldn’t text me especially if you’re drinking What would your mama say if she knew you were simpin’? Pack it up boy, pack it up oh yeah Swear i net that you be weighing on my conscience You be taking sh*t i said straight out of context That an idea of what we were but then i lost it Pack it up boy, pack it up oh yeah {chorus} I think that you’ve got under the wrong impression (yeah, yeah) You say you love me but i don’t love the pressure (nope) Call me baby, i’ll be calling you never (eh, eh, eh, eh) Miss me with that sh*t, i will never be that b*tch uh You’re okay but really nothing that special (sorry, dude) Save your love letters for someone that wants you (not me) I think its funny that i’m that you confessed to (yeah) Boy just give it up, out of patience out of luck uh (uh, uh, uh, uh) (sounds like shade to me) {verse 3} In my personal opinion, i’m thinking You shouldn’t text me especially if you’re drinking What would your mama say if she knew you were simpin’? Pack it up boy, pack it up oh yeah (eh, eh, eh, eh) {outro} And then i was like, sorry dude, you gotta go