The Pack A.D. are from Vancouver, Canada (formed in 2006). They are known f… Read Full Bio ↴The Pack A.D. are from Vancouver, Canada (formed in 2006). They are known for explosive live performances and the ability to generate a massive sound with only two members (singer-songwriter / guitarist Becky Black & drummer / songwriter Maya Miller). Musical styles include garage rock, psych-pop, punk and blues rock. In the past, reviewers have compared the duo to The White Stripes, The Kills, and The Black Keys.

The band slightly evolved away from their raw early sound with their third album, We Kill Computers, and with their 2011 release, Unpersons. Their next two offerings, 2014's Do Not Engage and 2016's Positive Thinking, found them expanding their sound even further with psychedelic rock and rockabilly influences. Both members cite literature and film as huge inspiration for much of their songwriting, especially science fiction and horror genres. These inpirations are also present in their highly stylized music videos, which are often violent and visually striking homages to beloved sci-fi films.

They also like soup.

Anyway
The Pack A.D. Lyrics

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I guess it's time for reflectin'
Duckin' 12 like I duck my reflection
Scared they might just kill a nigga fugg my complexion
I feel just like Jordan Thomas before tha Texans
Yea
I know these niggas need me
Can't decode me like a OUIJA
Stay wit' green like I'm luigi

Muh fugg a mama mia
Yea
Lately I been feelin' boxed
Smokin' til my feelings stop
All that shit you talkin' we ain't buying like it's still in stock
Let so many niggas break you down I gotta build you up
Yea
Still fixin'
Still chasin' women, Resemble video vixen
John still call me a coon but I know my pigment
Get yo hands on yo head I know you know what that pig meant
Yea
Some times we don't see eye to eye
I might throw my hands up thats if I'm driving by
Shots out tha drivers side, Thats if I driving by
They ain't knowin' my struggles
Ballin' but I'm isolated like I can't score in tha bubble
Send a text my letters outta place shi I'm knowin' it's ruzzle
Most tha time I don't know what to say just ignore when I mumble
You ever felt alone in a room wit niggas you know
Or the elephant in the room
These days you would think every nigga a goon
Sweepstakes, Bullets hit everyone in the room
Cheese cake, But it's the bezel that got her nude
You should slide thru and get yo back broke
Money on me now ain't gotta act broke
I know you ain't down no more and that's ok
Yea, that's ok
You should slide thru and get yo back broke
Money on me now ain't gotta act broke
I know you ain't down no more and that's ok
Yea, that's ok
Scrolling thru my messages
Err since a young buck shorties use to let me in
Struggle wit' adulthood but I could never be a kid
Only cuz I never wanna say that I was 12 again
Yea
I sent a message to shorty you know she came
Only hit her once but the feeling she can't erase
Trouble wit' commitment some shit I just can't escape
Niggas think they know me but still they call me D Bass
My feelings get disarrayed
I'm out of touch wit' society
Smokin' fugg that sobriety
Started back when Altice fired me
I was at yo crib every day you was cookin' me breakfast
Even if we aint have shi to say I would fugg you to netflix
I can see how even to this day you been feeling neglected
Phone buzz I just look at tha message
Losing contact, That made me look at you different
I'm fittin' tha stigma
Still
You should slide thru and get yo back broke
Money on me now ain't gotta act broke
I know you ain't down no more and that's ok
Yea, that's ok
You should slide thru and get yo back broke
Money on me now ain't gotta act broke
I know you ain't down no more and that's ok
Yea, that's ok
This is me in my feelings
It's crazy how I think when my feet on tha ceiling
Let me ask you this question
Before you make that suggestion on beats ima kill it
Yea
I'm askin who wit' me
I had a talk wit' sis and since then ian seen competition
I hate when shorties play victim
I hate when niggas ask me questions bout tha shorties I'm hittin
Yea
I can't get on records and stunt
Ian got a 100 thousand I still get bread from my moms
Going thru it wit my shorty bumpin' Donnell and Avant
Like when you love someone
It feel different don't it
Rubber band it off tha muscle you feel tension don't it
You still injured homie
Yea this that physical therapy
House a nigga like air bnb
Floatin' like air beneath me
I'm boastin' and arrogantly
Love so good
I needed that second to breathe in
I always come right back like ian pay tention to detail
I always tell flat to call me if I need reason for leaving
I got married shorties I text that I'm here for the weekend
Yea
I feel ashamed sometimes
I got some bars that go over head I jus can't dumb down
I been fuggin' bitches and gettin' money I make compound
Sentences, Shorty tryina get intimate
Brodie wit' me he keep a ball head like little bill
Shorty wit' me I'm tryina cut sumn like trillville
I know shorty fishing for compliments but I still reel
I know niggas who actin' artificial I'm still real
Yo big homie a rat yea he n tha trap but he still squeal
Brodie keep tha steel, he still, steal
I'm jus tryina get is out the hood
Like nipsey said I double up on this amount im good
Be careful with the love you dishing out even wit blood
Cuz niggas turn to shug
11:11 Smoke, like I wish a nigga wood
Yea
I know it feel different when you hear bars from a nigga who really got em
Free my niggas behind em

Shorty a spoiled apple can't eat her because she rotten
Love so good

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Pack A.D.'s song "Anyway" depict a sense of introspection and reflection. The first verse touches on themes of feeling marginalized and targeted due to race, as well as the struggle to be understood by others. The lines, "Duckin' 12 like I duck my reflection / Scared they might just kill a nigga fugg my complexion" reveal a fear of police brutality and racial profiling. The reference to Jordan Thomas and the Texans suggests a feeling of being undervalued or overlooked, much like the football player. The chorus expresses a sense of resilience and determination to keep moving forward, despite the struggles faced.

The second verse delves into themes of isolation and loneliness. The singer feels alone in a room full of people they know, emphasizing a sense of disconnection. The mention of the elephant in the room further reinforces this idea of unaddressed issues. The lines, "These days you would think every nigga a goon / Sweepstakes, Bullets hit everyone in the room" suggest the prevalence of violence and the constant threat it poses. The later verses explore topics such as relationships, commitment issues, and personal growth.

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Written by: Darius Bass

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