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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 I¡¯m not turned-on
So put away that meat you¡¯re selling
Cuz I do know what¡¯s good for me-
And I¡¯ve done what I could for you
But you¡¯re not benefiting, and yet I¡¯m sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won¡¯t get with this
M'I gonna heal from this; he won¡¯t admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It¡¯s time the truth was out that he don¡¯t give a
Shit about me
How many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I can¡¯t breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I¡¯m much obliged to up and go
I¡¯ll idealize, then realize that it¡¯s no
Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and
There¡¯s nothing left to grieve
Fuckin go-
Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know what¡¯s
Good for me and I¡¯m not benefiting, instead
I¡¯m sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,
Sing, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won¡¯t get with this
M'I gonna heal from this; he won¡¯t admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It¡¯s time the truth was out that he don¡¯t give a
Shit about me
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