Annie Carter

Pack up my bags and go
I got riches to blow
I got women to freak
I got rid of my soul

Pack up my bags and go
I got riches to blow
(Annie, are you ok?)
I got women to freak
(Annie, are you ok baby?)
I got rid of my soul
(Annie, are you ok?)

Pack up my bags and go
I got riches to blow
(Annie, are you ok?)
I got women to freak
(Annie, are you ok baby?)
I got rid of my soul
(Annie, are you ok?)

You used to frolic in them flowers
With them baggy clothes
And now you snortin’ up that flour
How’s the bag of dope?
Compared to days when you would call me up and have a phone conversation
‘Bout when we played and ate them cantaloupes
In yo’ mama kitchen
We was wishin’ she would buy us more
Reminiscing when we hopped in car
And used to ride to store
You never hung around the boys
Yo’ mama never let you
But somehow when it came to me
She never told you “No”
Lookin’ back, I think it’s cause
She knew my people raised me well
You used to come to church
On Sunday when yo’ mama kept you
You used to go to yo’ daddy crib
When he stayed from jail
He never knew about me
Probably best, cause ain’t no tellin’
Fast forward some years or so
I ran into yo’ mama, life
I asked her how you was doin’ she said
You got a knife with suicidal intentions
Done fell in love with some women
Picked up habit of sniffin’

Pack up my bags and go
I got riches to blow
(Annie, are you ok?)
I got women to freak
(Annie, are you ok baby?)
I got rid of my soul
(Annie, are you ok?)

Pack up my bags and go
I got riches to blow
(Annie, are you ok?)
I got women to freak
(Annie, are you ok baby?)
I got rid of my soul
(Annie, are you ok?)

You used to frolic in them flowers
With them baggy clothes
And now you snortin’ up that flour
How’s the bag of dope?
You sat beside me in that elementary class and, Yo
I ‘member making pledge to
Never get in crack and coke
You used to say you saw the future
I said no you don’t
Funny how life give us exactly what we say it won’t
You used to tell me that you wanna get your MBA
I used to tell you how I wanna get to NBA
Funny how life don’t ever give us what we say it will
I guess I ended up rapping verses and chasin’ deals
But lookin’ back it’s like
The signs were there we just ain’t catch it
I used to beat on desks and
Freestyle in back of classes
You used to chew yo’ pencils
Told me that it was a pattern
Fast forward some years
I’m makin’ classics and you cravin’ powder
Crazy to me, the one’s you least expect hit bottom floor
That’s why I never claim I’m perfect
‘Cause you never know
I hope to God when music pops
I never sell my soul
I hope to God when music pops
I’m humble as before
I hope to God when music pops
I make a couple mill
I hope to God that couple mill
Don’t make me lose control
You used to frolic in them flowers
With them baggy clothes
And now you snortin’ up that flour
How’s the bag of dope?
‘Cause I ‘member making pledge
To never get in crack and coke
You used to say you saw the future
Now I know you don’t

You know how many people
Who really lose themselves?

Pack up my bags and go
I got riches to blow
(Annie, are you ok?)
I got women to freak
(Annie, are you ok baby?)
I got rid of my soul
(Annie, are you ok?)

Pack up my bags and go
I got riches to blow
(Annie, are you ok?)
I got women to freak
(Annie, are you ok baby?)
I got rid of my soul
(Annie, are you ok?)

Pack up my bags and go
I got riches to blow
I got women to freak
I got rid of my soul