[intro]
Every girl got somethin’ she carry.
Mine just louder.
Still movin’ though… still breathin’ though.
[break]
[Verse 1]
Came from the block with them sirens and prayers, and despair
Mama had tears fucking bills stacked on the stairs, who cares.
Still got that damn trauma it live in my glare, who care
Tryna unpack but it’s fucking pain everywhere, not fair.
They said I fucking changed — nah I bossed up, I’m tough
Lost some sisters can’t ever show love, that’s rough.
Tryna heal but the scars still rub,
Pain in my purse right next to the snub.
[Hook / Chorus]
Got baggage, yeah, I drag it through the rain,
Weight on my chest but I still catch a plane.
Whole lotta hurt, but I learned from the pain,
Ain’t ashamed — this the story that remain.
Got baggage… but I’m still fly,
TSA know me, can’t check my pride.
Love me or leave, I don’t gotta lie,
I’m just tryna unpack before I die.
[Verse 2]
Talkin’ ’bout love, boy you sure you can lift this, oh shit
Heart been jumped stitched up no witness, don’t quit
Tried prayer therapy and fitness, feel this
Still see faces in the smoke, they the realest.
Ain’t bitter I’m focused — pain taught gain, insane
Trust once get burned never twice the same, who to blame
Still chase dreams through the storm and rain,
Still tote hope like it’s diamonds and chains.
[Hook / Chorus]
Got baggage, yeah, I drag it through the rain,
Weight on my chest but I still catch a plane.
Whole lotta hurt, but I learned from the pain,
Ain’t ashamed — this the story that remain.
Got baggage… but I’m still fly,
TSA know me, can’t check my pride.
Love me or leave, I don’t gotta lie,
I’m just tryna unpack before I die.
[break]
[Bridge]
If I told you my truth, would you still ride?
Been left in the dark, tears I hide.
You want my love, but my soul got miles,
Baggage claim full, but I still got style.
[Hook / Chorus]
Got baggage, yeah, I drag it through the rain,
Weight on my chest but I still catch a plane.
Whole lotta hurt, but I learned from the pain,
Ain’t ashamed — this the story that remain.
Got baggage… but I’m still fly,
TSA know me, can’t check my pride.
Love me or leave, I don’t gotta lie,
I’m just tryna unpack before I die.
[Outro]
Yeah…
We all got bags, right?
Mine designer — pain stitched inside.
But it made me.
Made me strong.
[fade out]
Denway
