Baby Tate - CAMP

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Pack, pack, pack
Let me pack my things
I gotta go away
And when I come back, back, back
I’ll be back with queens
No overthrowing me
'Cause my crown goes all the way down to my toes
Everybody 'round me killin' it, gettin' it, glittered in gold
Extra, extra, wash 'em by the ton just like the Post
These hoes not doin' enough, that’s why they tell us we doin' the most
So we go to C-A-M-P (Oh yeah)
Don’t you wanna get away with me? (Oh yeah)
We can go to a place so free where
You can be who you wanna be
You can be who you wanna be
At C-A-M-P
You can be who you wanna be