Storage Unit

Pack my car I’m leaving

I got a full tank and credit cards taking me

Taking me as far as they can

I made mistakes that I couldn’t face

Threw them in a storage unit for another day

So I pack my car, I’m leaving

Getting the hell outta here

Outta here, outta here

This when rubber hits the road

And life a long race

No half ass, can’t float, gotta fly babe and

You say I been busy doing myself

Well it’s bout time yea

Couple drunk calls

Too many, mixed drinks

Got ‘em thinking they in our shoes

But they just trippin’ out here

And ya’ll don’t know the half of it

We got the same bars, same crew, same girls I thought I knew

Yea I loved the ride

But this city no longer mine

So it\'s bout that time

Yea I gotta pack my car I’m leaving

I got a full tank and credit cards taking me

Taking me as far as they can

I made mistakes that I couldn’t face

Threw them in a storage unit, for another day

So I pack my car, I’m leaving

Getting the hell outta here

Outta here, outta here