Get Gone

How many times do I have to say To get away-get gone Flip your shit past another lasses Humble dwelling You got your game, made your shot, and you got away With a lot, but Iím not turned-on So put away that meat youíre selling Cuz I do know whatís good for me- And Iíve done what I could for you But youíre not benefiting, and yet Iím sitting Singing again, sing, sing again How can I deal with this, if he wonít get with this M'I gonna heal from this; he wonít admit to it Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out Itís time the truth was out that he donít give a Shit about me How many times can it escalate Till it elevates to a place I canít breathe? And I must decide, if you must deride That Iím much obliged to up and go Iíll idealize, then realize that itís no Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and Thereís nothing left to grieve Fuckin go- Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know whatís Good for me and Iím not benefiting, instead Iím sitting singing again, singing again, singing again, Sing, sing, sing again How can I deal with this, if he wonít get with this M'I gonna heal from this; he wonít admit to it Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out Itís time the truth was out that he donít give a Shit about me Back To Site