Flip your shit past another lasses
Humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot, and you got away
With a lot, but I鈥檓 not turned-on
So put away that meat you鈥檙e selling
Cuz I do know what鈥檚 good for me-
And I鈥檝e done what I could for you
But you鈥檙e not benefiting, and yet I鈥檓 sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won鈥檛 get with this
M'I gonna heal from this; he won鈥檛 admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It鈥檚 time the truth was out that he don鈥檛 give a
Shit about me
How many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I can鈥檛 breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I鈥檓 much obliged to up and go
I鈥檒l idealize, then realize that it鈥檚 no
Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and
There鈥檚 nothing left to grieve
Fuckin go-
Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know what鈥檚
Good for me and I鈥檓 not benefiting, instead
I鈥檓 sitting singing again, singing