Add It Up

If he doesn't tell the truth
then he's out of luck
His ties are cut
The demon that he won't confront

She won't even need to tell you when
Don't ask again
Unless you're running out of oxygen

Respirator, no inhaler
Feel your lungs collapse
When you're asking for a favor
No one calls you back

Now you're running out of air
No ones there
Your affairs
Weren't fair
Don't you notice we don't care? No no

Add it up,
Won't you add it up
Get your fuckin mind made up
Cause you know she had enough
Yeah she's had enough
Got no time to offer up
Cause she knows you'll fuck it up
Now it's time to call your bluff



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Writer(s): Julian Whitfield
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