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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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