BAGS Jon Keith

[Chorus]
Girl you in your bag, yeah
Pack your bags, yeah (Bags)
Flights booked, 'bout to take off like we NASA
They got you mad, huh? (Yeah)
They got you sad, huh?
Go talk to God instead of your girls
They get you gassed up (Yeah)
I'm in my bag, yeah
Blessed up like pastor
Galleria, that's gon' get you swagger (Yeah)
But how you mad, huh?
Who got you sad, huh?
Don't spend tomorrow tryna talk about some past stuff (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah (Alright)
Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah

[Verse]
Where you at, at, at, at, at, at?
Can I ask, yeah?
And would you answer?
You need a hand, huh?
I understand, yeah
I understand ya
I under— (Wuh, wuh, wuh)
Ayy, go ahead, tell me how it felt
Then you 'bout to put it on the shelf
Then we 'bout to icе you all up
Heaven-sent, but girl you bad as hеll
Know you need a Sabbath, I can tell
Need a baggage, girl I'm here to help
Somebody makes you feel alone
But I won't make you feel that by yourself