Get Gone

The guy I use to love is dead
And when I say dead, I mean he’s dead to me
He used to call me in his sleep, I’d make him scream my name
I used to grab him by his ears and make him taste my fame
I had him wrapped around my little finger
Now the little middle one’s our game
Look, nothing is fun and he’s a bore and now I think its time for me to go
There’s nothing left here to live for
I don’t owe you a single thang
Except the last month’s rent and you won’t get a dime from me
I’m on the run, I ain’t got shit to my name
Ain’t nothin fun, you got me bored out my brains
Don’t even think of comin' after me
Yeah I be comin' up like roses, ain’t no one stoppin' me
I’m running out on you forgetting your name
Find me up in Cali doin' suspicious things
Don’t even think of comin' after me
I’m moving up and moving on I ain’t got time I gotta get gone
Yeah it’s hard out there for a pimp
And when I say pimp, I mean a bitch like me
Every dog has its day and your luck’s run dry
Yeah I told ya I was a stray and you knew I wouldn’t stay
Don’t look surprised at who I’m fucking today
And don’t you tell me I’m the one to blame
You had your chance, now you gotta let it go; that’s the reason why its time
for me to go
There’s nothing left here to live for
I got nothin else left to say
I got my wallet and my coat, and a pocket full of dope, yeah
I’m on the run, I gotta leave this place
Ain’t nothin' fun it’s suffocating me
Don’t even think of comin' after me
I’m on the run, I’m on the run
I gotta, gotta get gone