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Bags don't roll like they used to Lines don't flow like they supposed to I wake up late sometime, I would have left my mind If it wasn't screwed on like it's supposed to I'm really contemplating just laying here I could avoid the traffic I could just scroll the 'netty Mm, my baby says that I shouldn't go nowhere But my flight is waiting Here I am still debating Why, oh, why do I even try? I always seem to forget Something I left in the bag, now it's in the trash And I'm already so late [Chorus: Tank and the Bangas] TSA keeps taking my shit My emotions, my perfume, body mist, gel Edge control, cologne, pocket knife, lighter, hair products All that, you know, all that, like TSA keeps taking my shit They stop me, why they stop me? Call somebody Say I'm really buggin', man, these cats be frontin' Say I'm really frontin', man, these cats be buggin' Oh, no (Oh, no), they just took my cologne Letras de cancionesI just got this new bottle and now it's all gone What do you think I'm gonna do with it anyway? Spray-spray you to death, would you please give me a break? Didn't wanna check a bag, last time had me screwed So I packed this carry-on thinking that it would go smoother Why, oh, why do I even try? I always seem to forget Something I left in my bag and now it's in the trash And I'm already so late (So late) TSA keeps taking my shit (Every time I stand in line) I'm going through the motions Did she just take my lotion? (Oh, no) TSA keeps taking my shit Stop me, why they stop me? Call somebody I'm feeling real violated, she keep touching me TSA keep taking my shit (She's feeling violated) She's feeling violated So very violated TSA keeps taking my shit (She's feeling violated) I'm feeling violated So very violated Girl, lollipops, bobby pins, girl Girl, my dignity, like Why, oh, why do I even try? Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, I don't like it They took my sunscreen, they took my lotion Took my man cologne, girl Lord, like They took all type of stuff, like I'm going through the motions (Bitch) Touchin' on me, bitch What's gon' happen, what, the lotion gon' take off the plane? They took my Calgon away I looked at the Black girl for some sympathy Not the edge control, sis Not the shea butter, think of your mother Think of your sister, think of your daughter No, not the cocoa butter From Letras Mania