Текст песни Fiona Apple - Get Gone
Fiona Apple - Get Gone слова песни
How many times do I have to sayTo get away-get goneFlip your shit past another lassesHumble dwellingYou got your game, made your shot, and you got awayWith a lot, but I`m not turned-onSo put away that meat you`re sellingCuz I do know what`s good for me-And I`ve done what I could for youBut you`re not benefiting, and yet I`m sittingSinging again, sing, sing againHow can I deal with this, if he won`t get with thisM`I gonna heal from this; he won`t admit to itNothing to figure out; I gotta get him outIt`s time the truth was out that he don`t give aShit about meHow many times can it escalateTill it elevates to a place I can`t breathe?And I must decide, if you must derideThat I`m much obliged to up and goI`ll idealize, then realize that it`s noSacrifice, because the price is paid, andThere`s nothing left to grieveFuckin go-Cuz I`ve done what I could for you, and I do know what`sGood for me and I`m not benefiting, insteadI`m sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,Sing, sing, sing againHow can I deal with this, if he won`t get with thisM`I gonna heal from this; he won`t admit to itNothing to figure out; I gotta get him outIt`s time the truth was out that he don`t give aShit about me