Baggage Claim - Statik Selektah, Jared Evan, Michael Christmas

Ladies and gentlemen, and now to the stage

Live from New York, here we go

You could take, all of your shit and just pack up what you brought

Cause there ain’t room anymore, I can’t keep your baggage for sure, (you)

You could fake, you’re not in love but we both know that you are

But you won’t stay for long, cause I can’t keep your baggage no more, oh oh oh

You claim that you don’t know

But there’s no doubt about it

You never leave home without it oh oh no

You’re better off on your own

Ain’t no way around it, it’s not the way we found it oh oh no

You could be, as bitter as you want

About how things are

I told you straight from the start, I can’t keep your baggage for sure

Uh, yeah

Can’t believe, that I would actually

Give you what you want oh oh

Cause there ain’t room anymore, I can’t keep your baggage no more oh oh oh

(Laughs)

She high fashioned, low maintenance, no patience, hate waiting

Stay in Vegas, hate to bake shit, love debatin she be praying

Call me Satan, love to stay in (Booo)

Told me get your shit out, then she called her cousin damn I think she put a

hit out

Wish I had a team, I could probably sell the bitch out

Thinking I be dreaming get behind her then I pinch (Ouh)

Said girl what happened?

They be kicking flavor in your ear Craig Mackin

Too many games like back to back and

Sitting in my underpants that’s the captain

Morgan endorsing, Love Michael Kors, don’t believe in divorcing,

hate doing chores

Think I’m Blake Griffin say I’m dunking all the whores

I say why you crazy, who done fucked up all your doors?

Said you call on top row, tell em he could come get your shit

And then I called up your phone, just to tell you I miss you