Lyrics
You ain't gotta worry
No, I ain't coming home
I packed up all my shit
Now leave a voicemail at the tone
You ain't gotta worry
No, I ain't coming home
I packed up all my shit
Now leave a voicemail at the tone
Breathe
Question, I bet you think you a blessing
I see you more as a lesson
I politely like to give you suggestions like
Watch what you say to me
Don't play with me
Hold up
I gotta go
Sick of your shit
So, I gotta roll
Stop with that attitude
You outta control
Hold on, breathe
Here goes the keys
I'm grabbing my bags
She begging me please
From lying, deception
She crying, she grieves
She say that I'm lying
But I got receipts
She say that she trying
But I'm like bitch please
You know where this going
This fit that she throwing
Oh there go the uber
Peace I gotta leave
You ain't gotta worry
No, I ain't coming home
I packed up all my shit
Now leave a voicemail at the tone
You ain't gotta worry
No, I ain't coming home
I packed up all my shit
Now leave a voicemail at the tone
Breathe
Question, I bet you think you a blessing
I see you more as a lesson
I politely like to give you suggestions like
Watch what you say to me
Better tread carefully
I am the queen
You are the subject
Better behave
'Cuz I got the full deck
Hey!
Did you hear what I said to you?
I'll never bow down to what you do
Now it's just me and destiny
No coming back
There's no callback
Yeah, that's a wrap
Let's fade to black
You ain't gotta worry
No, I ain't coming home
I packed up all my shit
Now leave a voicemail at the tone
You ain't gotta worry
No, I ain't coming home
I packed up all my shit
Now leave a voicemail at the tone
You ain't gotta worry
No, I ain't coming home
I packed up all my shit
Now leave a voicemail at the tone
You ain't gotta worry
I’ll make it on my own
I packed up all my shit
Now leave a voicemail at the tone
Breathe
Hey
You better listen to me
Breathe
It's Lova B
Charley
Young
Ha!
Breathe
I hope you recorded that