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 benefitting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
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
Bridge/Chorus
How many times can it escalate