Lyrics : F. Jerkins, III/I. Phillips/L. Daniels/R. Jerkins/T. Estes
Music : F. Jerkins, III/I. Phillips/L. Daniels/R. Jerkins/T. Estes
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 running 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 running 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 running 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 two-one-three
Show up on your caller ID,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 running 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