PACKED/UNPACKING/RELEASE
[Part 1:]

[Verse: Jay Legend]
I be all about my cheddar cheese (cheese)
Got some ill niggas out, I was robbin' these
Got fifty bad hoes and I do what I please (yeah)
I'm rich, you can't afford Burger King
It's a burnt house, and not cheddar cheese
I'm good, you know I be smokin' green
I hit up the bando, I do it with ease (with ease)
They say they got haters that's comin' for me (for me)
Flex situations, I be on my grind (on my grind)
I'm smell like a [?] most of the time (the time)
Niggas say that they wanna get high
I am the rocket that passes you by
Dollars and chains, do you [?] what that is? (I know what that is)
I don't give two shits about fame (nah), I ball either way (I ball)
Holy shit (yeah), you know I'm the best (what?), Laurence
I want my advance, work that ass, gonna catch me
Without my bulletproof vest
[Hook: Jay Legend]
I'm packin' (I'm packin'), I'm packin' (woo!)
Niggas know I'm packin'
I'm packin' (packin'), packin' (packin')
Niggas know I'm packin' (I'm packin')
Packin' that shit, packin' that shit
You know that I be-be packin' that shit
Packin' that shit, packin' that shit
Niggas know that I be packin' that shit (that shit)
Woo!

[Bridge: Jay Legend]
Woof
Woof
Wow, no, is that XXXTentacion? (maybe)

[Part 2:]

[Verse 1: Sinthetic]
I don't even know what I'm supposed to be doin'
And I keep living for a girl that I could die for
[?] in my dreams seem to be moving further away with every step that I take
And as I live each day
Share it with my crew
I pray to a God I don't believe exists with tight fists, I sit
Sharin' chocolate with my crew
Hatin' every bitch that ever cause shit
I quit, no more, that's it, I'm not getting put down for putting up with this
[Hook: Sinthetic]
And I don't need anyone to tell me what I can't do
I'm [?], my [?] shine through
I try to hide, but I can't see, I don't know
That I'm really just a scared little boy, so
I've fallen over and I've grazed my knee
But I'll be back later to play your scene
But stay here, don't forget about me
We'll play later, friends forever we'll be

[Verse 2: Sinthetic]
And I don't even know what I'm supposed to do
The rain is passing now I'm not close to you
The mess, the stress, the words that I said to you
And anyone else who listened to my vocals who never gave a fuck
I've found that friends are a game of luck
'Cause takin' every last thing is never enough
A pessimist who ain't spilled the cup, now it's empty
And now I'm ready to self-destruct

[Hook: Sinthetic]
And I don't need anyone to tell me what I can't do
I'm [?], my [?] shine through
I try to hide, but I can't see, I don't know
That I'm really just a messed-up kid, so
I cut my veins to let this flow
I cover the scars so nobody knows
Nobody cares so I'll just go
When I all I wanted was to let this show
[Spoken Bridge: Stephanie Kay]
Hello... hey!
Yeah, I know, I-I've been meaning to call but there's just something I gotta-- I gotta tell you that I can't--
(sighs) I don't know, I mean, I just-- I don't know how to say this but I've met someone else and-- I... love him. Goodbye

[Friends Sample: Joey Tribbiani, Chandler Bing and Phoebe Buffay]
I just got off the phone with Estelle, and guess what?
I got the lead in a movie!
(cheering)
You got the lead in a movie, that's amazing. What's the movie about?
Yeah, uh... it's called Shutterspeed. It's really cool, yeah, um, well, I meet this girl on the subway and then we fall in love, in like a day, right? And then, she disappears, but I know where she lives and when I get there, this, like, old lady answers the door and I say, "Where's Betsy?", right? And she says, "Betsy's been dead for ten years."
Ooh, chilling!

[Part 3:]

[Intro: The English Bulldog]
Yeah
Special guest on the track
It's the motherfucking English Bulldog, nigga
And I'm back
Yah, and-- and this one's dedicated to Kate Harbour
You know who she is

[Verse 1: The English Bulldog]
Anita, you can't beat her
She's a human centipede of cringe
Long-ass guitar and a long-ass fringe
She likes ASMR when it goes (beatboxing)
Oh, you'll be meeting your doom
If you diss the music that goes, "Boom, boom, boom"
Oh, Anita, isn't she great?
"When I was eight, I finally gave up trying to masturbate"
Whoa, Anita, isn't that personal?
"Here's my fursona
OC character, do not steal
I have my very own Nintendo-bro approval seal"
Uh, Anita, you know what I feel? Well, the deal
Is the cringe is real, cringier than Doge memes
In 2017, I mean, how many times did you say the word, "Trance", fifty?
Yeah
Sometimes I think, "What the vanilla cream fudge are you on?"
And screw it, can I have some?"
'Cause, um, dugs help heal the pain
Uh, Xanax, you're manic
I panic when I see Nature Cat addicts
"I even own a PS1, Goddamn it!"
Chill, Ros, like your namesake, you're thorny
But you're horny for mouth sounds, nom, nom, nom
I wrote this song, song, song
Just to kinda get the message through to you
So you wouldn't need to look it up on Wikipedia or Google
"That's actually a funny joke, XD!"
You're as bad as the SpongeBob Wiki guy who likes to lick feet
Skeet, skeet, skeet, like a waterhose
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, watching Secret Show
Fifteen-teen, you can watch those?
Unbelievable, if you're that old
You must have gotten-- taken a freaking overdose
I plead the filth, I need to fill
Another few bars

[Interlude: The English Bulldog]
Shit, I lost my words
It don't matter to me, can't you see?
I'm a killer, rap killer, killer, killer
Like a killer crocodilla
Yo, I'm back
I-- I'm ready for this
Yah

[Verse 2: The English Bulldog]
Another few bars: Your music sounds like farts
Played melodically with the autotune
The "Boom, boom, boom, chi-boom"
This ain't me dissing 'em
This is a criticism
You're a braindead citizen
Take the medicine, before you take another picture
Of that fudge, and post it to your DeviantArt
"I got this in the mart!"
Well, you make me think of
The woman who had sex with human fudge models before she got arrested
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang
'nitaFan, 'nitaFan, 'nitaFan

[Outro: The English Bulldog]
Yeah
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang
'nitaFan, 'nitaFan, 'nitaFan
Yo, step on up
And remember the name
It's the motherfucking English Bulldog, Buck!