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Apple Fiona When The Pawn... 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 Im not turned-on So put away that meat youre selling Cuz I do know whats good for me- And Ive done what I could for you But youre not benefiting, and yet Im sitting Singing again, sing, sing again How can I deal with this, if he wont get with this M'I gonna heal from this; he wont admit to it Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out Its time the truth was out that he dont give a Shit about me How many times can it escalate Till it elevates to a place I cant breathe? And I must decide, if you must deride That Im much obliged to up and go Ill idealize, then realize that its no Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and Theres nothing left to grieve Fuckin go- Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know whats Good for me and Im not benefiting, instead Im sitting singing again, singing again, singing again, Sing, sing, sing again How can I deal with this, if he wont get with this M'I gonna heal from this; he wont admit to it Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out Its time the truth was out that he dont give a Shit about me |
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