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[visual_anarchy]

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
'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 got to get him out
It's time the truth was out
that he don't give a shit about me

'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 got to 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
'til 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
'cause 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 got to get him out
It's time the truth was out
that he don't give a shit about me
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 got to get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about
me.