Lyrics:
Pack Up Your Troubles

out of that rut before you get old Chorus So pack up your troubles and go head for the hills Leave all your worries behind Pack up your liquor and your cigarettes and your

Translation: Maggie. Pack Up Your Troubles.

out of that rut before you get old Chorus So pack up your troubles and go head for the hills Leave all your worries behind Pack up your liquor and your cigarettes and your

in and fucked Let her browse through the Prada store to open her up I bought her Aldo shoes, just to open her up It's coconuts, the way she just coc up

your face watch ya freeze up Lemons on your face watch ya freeze up [Verse - 3] Lemonade my town, said Miami I want yellow carpet Woke up in the mornin

party Now there's a thing Stop misbehaving Get a grip on yourself Your life's worth saving But for someone else it is Now pack your troubles For what

take these motherfucers to war main Jay called up some niggaz from the 5th Ward And came back with a motherfuckin hit squad Motherfuckin uzi machine Big Chief packed

are done Another day, Bobby, for you to come Home and tell me indifference Is won, won, won Smile, smile Bobby, with your lovely mouth Pack up your troubles

cha) Yo yo Hot nix up in the house? (Well all rite cha) Bricks to stat' hold it down (Well all rite cha) Yo yo (Mad dick up in your mouth) (Hah, all