Song | Get Gone |
Artist | Fiona Apple |
Album | When The Pawn... |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Apple | |
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 that it's no | |
Sacrafice, because the price is paid, and | |
There's nothing left to grieve | |
****in go- | |
Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's | |
Good for me and I'm 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 tat he don't give a | |
Shit about me |
zuo ci : Apple | |
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 that it' s no | |
Sacrafice, because the price is paid, and | |
There' s nothing left to grieve | |
in go | |
Cuz I' ve done what I could for you, and I do know what' s | |
Good for me and I' m 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 tat he don' t give a | |
Shit about me |
zuò cí : Apple | |
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 that it' s no | |
Sacrafice, because the price is paid, and | |
There' s nothing left to grieve | |
in go | |
Cuz I' ve done what I could for you, and I do know what' s | |
Good for me and I' m 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 tat he don' t give a | |
Shit about me |