Yeah (Larry Donnavon)
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Uh
Uh
I'm packin' up my shit, woah
West Coast destination
No note, no postcards and motherfuck probation 'cause I tried that
And homebody just ain't me, off impulse, fuck Jim Crow
'Cause down here I just ain't free, so I'm leavin', mama
Silver surfin' through time zones
Keyed up with my mind blown
Never fucked with that limestone
But I changed, mama
Got turned out on that tour bus
Wish that we had more trust
'Cause sure enough, I'm packin' up my shit, woah
On the first thing smokin'
Im headed to San Francisco
Life's short but my days long, this won't take long
I'm packin' up my shit, woah
On the first thing smokin', I'm headed to San Francisco
Silent with my shades on, this won't take long
I'm packin' up my shit, woah
Nationwide, I'm well known
Left home in my shell toes and walked right into a hell zone
I miss you, mama
This life, it can't be
This new me just ain't me
'Cause over here I still ain't free, I'm different, mama
Can't go to the church on Sunday
I been out here gettin' this money
And them folk might look at me funny
And I'm tired of that
I hope that y'all still love me
Pray to God you don't judge me when you come in
I'll be packin' up my shit, woah
On the first thing smokin'
I'm headed to San Francisco
Life's short but my days long
This won't take long
I'm packin' up my shit, woah
On the first thing smokin', I'm headed to San Francisco
Silent with my shades on, this won't take long
I'm packin' up my shit, woah