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