Oh I like you too and to tell you the truth That wasn't my chair after all. Well excuse me, but I think you've got my chair, No that one's not taken, I don't mind if you sit here, I'll be glad to share. Yea it's usually, packed here on Friday nights, Oh

This is the business Prepare to take witness And the headline is that We runnin' shit To the type of ish that we on, we on By the time that you get there We already been there We done packed up

I'm not happy to be here I'm not happy to meet you I couldn't care about your relatives, no I Couldn't give a damn, no I Couldn't give a damn I need five free minutes for myself No time better than right now All packed up, the people gone All tucked in,

I can still love you from here But no matter how far you go My love is strong, won't lose a hold Just 'cause you're gone won't mean we've disappeared Just know that You packed your clothes and all your stuff 'Til there was nothin' left of us Guess what

La vie Bohème Are we packed? Yes, and by next week I want you to be And you should see They've padlocked your building And they're rioting on Avenue B Benny called the cops