Leave
I take you like you take your Percs
Nice and easy when the thirty works
But damn, it hurts
When you don't know your name no more
I love you at your worst and I know just how it hurts
Maybe you think I'll never give you up
So, you don't ever give it up
So, tell me what you been doin', baby, what you want?
So afraid that you'll lose me, but I'm already gone
With one hand on the dollar and one hand up to God
Don't try to call me, baby, or I'ma call the cops
Motherfucker, let me leave (leave)
Leave (leave)
I cannot do this no more
Give me my keys (keys)
Keys (keys)
Too messed up to speak
Let me leave
Let me leave
Ooh, ooh
Oh, let me leave, yeah
Let me leave, let me leave
I found her shirt, I found the pills
I'm feeling cheap 'cause all the thrills
Got you lovin' 'em way more than me
And now you say that you were sorry
While your eyes look pretty glossy
What happened to the man that I knew, baby?
So, tell me what you been doin', baby, what you want?
So afraid that you'll lose me, but I'm already gone
With one hand on the dollar and one hand up to God
Don't try to call me, baby, or I'ma call the cops
Motherfucker, let me leave (leave)
Leave (leave)
I cannot do this no more
Give me my keys (keys)
Keys (keys)
Too messed up to speak
Let me leave
Let me leave
Ooh, ooh
Oh, let me leave, yeah
Let me leave, let me leave
Oh, I don't want to see you again
Let me leave, oh, let me leave
Oh, oh
Let me leave, let me leave
Nice and easy when the thirty works
But damn, it hurts
When you don't know your name no more
I love you at your worst and I know just how it hurts
Maybe you think I'll never give you up
So, you don't ever give it up
So, tell me what you been doin', baby, what you want?
So afraid that you'll lose me, but I'm already gone
With one hand on the dollar and one hand up to God
Don't try to call me, baby, or I'ma call the cops
Motherfucker, let me leave (leave)
Leave (leave)
I cannot do this no more
Give me my keys (keys)
Keys (keys)
Too messed up to speak
Let me leave
Let me leave
Ooh, ooh
Oh, let me leave, yeah
Let me leave, let me leave
I found her shirt, I found the pills
I'm feeling cheap 'cause all the thrills
Got you lovin' 'em way more than me
And now you say that you were sorry
While your eyes look pretty glossy
What happened to the man that I knew, baby?
So, tell me what you been doin', baby, what you want?
So afraid that you'll lose me, but I'm already gone
With one hand on the dollar and one hand up to God
Don't try to call me, baby, or I'ma call the cops
Motherfucker, let me leave (leave)
Leave (leave)
I cannot do this no more
Give me my keys (keys)
Keys (keys)
Too messed up to speak
Let me leave
Let me leave
Ooh, ooh
Oh, let me leave, yeah
Let me leave, let me leave
Oh, I don't want to see you again
Let me leave, oh, let me leave
Oh, oh
Let me leave, let me leave
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Tannenbaum, Sean Kennedy, Daniel Nathan Krieger, Sergiu Adrian Gherman, Jesse Thomas Mason, Stuart Johnson, Peter Gonzales, Cecilia Mary Catherine Webber
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