Get Gone (Explicit)

Get Gone (Explicit) - Fiona Apple

How many times do I have to say

To get away

Get gone

Flip your sh*t past another lass's

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

I'm 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 sh*t 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

I'm 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 sh*t 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

F**kin 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 gotta get him out

It's time the truth was out

That he don't give a sh*t 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 gotta get him out

It's time the truth was out

That he don't give a

Sh*t about me