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 Iâm not turned-on
So put away that meat youâre selling
Cuz I do know whatâs good for me-
And Iâve done what I could for you
But youâre not benefiting, and yet Iâm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he wonât get with this
M'I gonna heal from this; he wonât admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
Itâs time the truth was out that he donât give a
Shit about me
How many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I canât breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That Iâm much obliged to up and go
Iâll idealize, then realize that itâs no
Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and
Thereâs nothing left to grieve
Fuckin go-
Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know whatâs
Good for me and Iâm not benefiting, instead
Iâm sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,
Sing, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he wonât get with this
M'I gonna heal from this; he wonât admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
Itâs time the truth was out that he donât give a
Shit about me