Текст песни You're out, bitch - ziima

Saturday morning and again you call me, asking for help
You tell me things I want to hear, to make me weak
When will your promises come true?
Honestly, I'm sick of your games, your way of pushing me down
Get your shit together, I think it's better when you run
Let's change the rhythm

I'm not a fucking cigarette, only interesting as long as you need me
I'm not a fucking cigarette, but when I want to, I'll burn you
I'm not a fucking cigarette, so go fuck around with someone else
I'm not YOUR fucking cigarette, I don't belong to you
Shut the fuck up, I don't care about what you do
You will never use me again but from now on I will use you

You keep me waiting, don't care how I feel
Your excuses end in abuses
You took your space to breathe, but now I want to be free
Honestly I'm sick of your games, your way of pushing me down
Get your shit together, I think it's better when you run

Be careful, the smoke is around you, don't burn your fingers
Because I want to burn you

Honey, listen

I'm not a fucking cigarette, only interesting as long as you need me
I'm not a fucking cigarette, so go fuck around with someone else
I'm not YOUR fucking cigarette
I'm not you fucking cigarette, I'm a fucking bachelorette