Lyrics
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 your selling 'Cause 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 Am I gonna heal from this He won't admit to it Nothing to figure out I gotta get him out It's about time the truth was out That he don't give a shit about me How many times can it escalate 'Til it elevates to 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 'Cause 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 Am I gonna heal from this He won't admit to it Nothing to figure out I gotta get him out It's about time the truth was out That he don't give a shit about me
Song details
Artist: Fiona Apple