[Lyric] PACK IT IN (Fimi Guerrero)

[Intro]
Gas
It's over with
Like for real, I'm tired
I say this every song
But I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
Ouh
Ouh
Ouh
Ouh
Ouh
Ouh
Ouhh

[Chorus]
I could tell myself
How to deal with it but I can't pack it in
I've had days of trying, I hate everything
We don't love the world but we love to sin
I could tell myself (I could tell myself)
How to deal with it but I can't pack it in
I've had days of trying, I hate everything
We don't love the world but we love to sin
[Verse]
I'm a born winner, yes I love to win
I had pain for dinner, take that on the chin
Who thе hell is Fimi? Tell me I'm your king
Don't undеrstand, I love you like it's Mandarin
Where the fuck the whores? (At)
Please, just get them in
Yes I'm geeked off yes I'm dorked
Off that chest cough medicine
I'm enticed by war, I'm a paladin
Kill 'em off just so we win
I got this hate for everything
The room had no lighting
Talking to a man
In a black suit, had a very dark plan
"I can make you rich quick, put on all your gang"
I raised up my hand and his face got a bang

[Chorus]
I could tell myself
How to deal with it but I can't pack it in
I've had days of trying, I hate everything
We don't love the world but we love to sin
I could tell myself (I could tell myself)
How to deal with it but I can't pack it in
I've had days of trying, I hate everything
We don't love the world but we love to sin