Fiona Apple - Get Gone Lyrics
How many times do I have to sayTo get away-get goneFlip your shit past another lassesHumble dwellingYou got your game, made your shot, and you got awayWith a lot, but Im not turned-onSo put away that meat youre sellingCuz I do know whats good for me-And Ive done what I could for youBut youre not benefiting, and yet Im sittingSinging again, sing, sing againHow can I deal with this, if he wont get with thisMi gonna heal from this; he wont admit to itNothing to figure out; I gotta get him outIts time the truth was out that he dont give aShit about meHow many times can it escalateTill it elevates to a place I cant breathe?And I must decide, if you must derideThat Im much obliged to up and goIll idealize, then realize that its noSacrifice, because the price is paid, andTheres nothing left to grieve*****in go-Cuz Ive done what I could for you, and I do know whatsGood for me and Im not benefiting, insteadIm sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,Sing, sing, sing againHow can I deal with this, if he wont get with thisMi gonna heal from this; he wont admit to itNothing to figure out; I gotta get him outIts time the truth was out that he dont give aShit about me