Take your stuff

Phone calls, hard words, hold on a second
I don't listen to you
Me and my pride we are so het up
All your words are not new

I won't take it no more
Won't forget it no more
Won't you stop me one more?

It's time to slam for a door
It's time you'd be on a floor
Won't you beg me one more?


Take your stuff, we're getting out of here
I kind of feel agressive atmosphere
We won't come back, we'll rise above it, and now
Turn around, baby, yeah, turn around.

Take your stuff, we're getting out of here
I kind of feel agressive atmosphere
Don't try to find me, I'm a master of hide
Now you can cry, baby, yeah, you can cry.


Four months, sweet romance - myself and I
No, I don't feel anything that could make me feel
Like you're the one I miss in my life
My train is going fast, it's on the track, you won't catch up
And don't bother yourself with pleading
I don't give a f...ah, ah, ah ah ah ah.