Get Through Lyrics - George Ryan

We used to talk for hours 

You left me all alone 

Now that I'm in power 

You see me on the throne 

You always wanted to be queen, girl 

But you're missing a glass shoe 

How does it feel girl? 

How does it feel girl? 

How does it feel? 

We had it all thought we'd make it through 

You had my number now you can't get through 

Can't get through 

We had it all thought we'd make it through 

You had my number now you can't get through 

Can't get through 

You still think about me don't ya? 

Wishing now that we could be closer 

We can be together when I'm sober 

That's never baby its over 

I'm writing hits like Elvis 

Never home my friends think I'm selfish 

Cuz I wan't more rings than the Celtics 

Sold out shows can't sell tickets 

Only way out for me is this rap 

I excel at shit that you lack 

How does it feel to want me back? 

How does it feel to want me back? 

You don't know, you don't wanna know 

Why you can't get through to me on your phone 

You don't know, you don't wanna know 

Why you can't get through to me on your phone 

To me on your phone 

We had it all thought we'd make it through 

You had my number now you can't get through 

Can't get through 

We had it all thought we'd make it through 

You had my number now you can't get through 

Can't get through 

You still think about me don't ya? 

Wonder why I hang with these vultures 

You still think about me don't ya? 

Wonder why I hang with these vultures 

You still think about me don't ya? 

Wonder why I hang with these vultures 

You still think about me don't ya? 

Wonder why I hang with these vultures 

Missing out on life to live my dreams 

Wonder why I do and say these things 

Hanging out in the club and shady scenes 

I'll die for music, need silver screens 

I'm about to lose it, want the cities keys 

Mama told me to wait and meet 

A girl who sweeps me off my feet 

A girl who makes my life complete 

I see you settle, I know you weak 

I know you better than you know yourselves 

Toss hard earn coins into wishing wells 

You want a deal with no album sales 

Want to be like me but I'm in hell 

I'm losing friends as I lose myself 

I'm wasting ends popping all these pills