9. 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?
Am 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?
Am 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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