Damian Marley - Samsonite Man

I don't wanna do this
Over and over

He's a man, so full of style and grace
Any woman'd be impressed
Takes a smile and paints it on your face
Makes you feel like you've been blessed
Promises things so special
It seems to come right from a song
But soon as you begin to feel secure
You turn around and he is gone

Packin' his bags
Gotta go, gotta go
Packin' his bags
Gotta go
He's a Samsonite man

Maybe he is just a rolling stone
Wandering from here to there
Searching for a place to call his own
You wonder if he even cares?
So many years of heartache and pain
Is all you seem to know him for
Is it you, or is it he to blame
Whenever he walks out your door

Packin' his bags
Gotta go, gotta go
Packin' his bags
Gotta go
He's a Samsonite man

Where you're always running to?
Away from me... If the wind blows you in my direction
You come through to rendez-vous
Forget about your good intentions,
They leave me lonely and confused
Mr. Samsonite
Pack a bag, that is my suggestion
From here and out, you will be leaving
At my discretion, yeah!

Do do do dun dun
Play another game, baby
And it will never be the same
No no no no no
'Cos now I got him

Packin' his bags
Gotta go, gotta go
Packin' his bags
Gotta go

Packin' his bags
Gotta go, gotta go
Packin' his bags
Gotta go

(I can't take it no more)
Packin' his bags
Gotta go, gotta go
(All I know him for)
Packin' his bags
Gotta go
He's a Samsonite man

Why don't you just go?
Yeah, woahoah
You can't hurt me no more, baby
You can't touch me
You can't hurt me no more, baby
Gotta go, gotta go
Pack your backs,
Pack it up
You got to go
Hit the road, Jack!
You ain't got to go home
But you got to get the hell outta here
Hahah