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I don't wanna do this
Over and overHe's a man so full of style and grace
Any woman be impressed
Takes a smile and paints it on your face
Makes you feel like you've been blessed
Promises things so special
Sees it comin' from a song
Soon as you begin to feel secure, yea
Turn around and he is gonePackin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go
Packin' his bags, gotta go
He's a Samsonite manMaybe he is just a rollin' stone
Wanderin' from here to there
Searching for a place to call his home
Wonder if he even cares
So many years of heartache and pain
Is all you seem to know him for
Is it you or is it he to blame?
Whenever he walks out your doorPackin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go

Packin' his bags, gotta go
He's a Samsonite manWhere you're always runnin' to, away from me?
If the wind blows you in my direction
You come through to rendezvous
Forget about your good intentions
Leave me lonely and confused
Mister Samsonite pack a bag
That is my suggestion
From here on out you will be leavin'
To my discretion, yeaSo I know the game baby
And it will never be the same
No, no no no no
'Cause now I got himPackin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go
Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go
Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go
(Now you gotta go)
Packin' his bags, gotta go
(I can't take it no more)
Packin' his bags, gotta go, gotta go
(It's all I know him for)
Packin his bags, gotta go
He's a Samsonite manWhy don't you just go?
Yea yea, yea yea, woa woa, yea yea
You can't hurt me no more, baby
You can't touch me
You can't hurt me no more, baby
Gotta go, gotta go{Pack your bag, pack it up
Gotta go, hit the road, Jack
You ain't gotta go home}

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Born in 1988 in Fresno, California, Fashawn grew up in a virtually parentless home. His father was incarcerated, while his mom was focused on feeding her drug addiction - a combination that caused a boy to become a man quicker than most. Placed in a group home by child services at the age of 12, Fashawn found solace in music, and began writing rhymes to escape the less than desirable hand he had been dealt so early in life.

Read more about Fashawn on Last.fm.


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