Letra Day 3 in miami (end of an era) Iggy Azalea

Day 3 in miami (end of an era)

I'm a mess, got a dirty text comin' from my ex
Must protect all my energy from people I regret
Spendin' time with, I can't align with these type of men
Lose the high, I don't feel alive, now I'm feelin' bad
Red bottom heel from my toes broken down
Big red nose for my face, I'm a clown
Five missed calls, I'ma get pissed off
'Bout to get revenge, fuck your friend and block

I burnt out the drinks, I burnt out the friends
I burnt out the candle and both they ends
I'm burnt on the sex, I'm burnt on the men
The lights turnin' on, the flames 'bout to dim

Party's gotta end
Party's gotta end (Oh yeah)
Party's gotta end
Party's gotta end

Burnout comin', burnout comin'
I was turned up, now I'm turned out from it
Escape the hole, headache for sure
Liquor in my liver, damn, my man ain't the most
Down for me, I'll drown in a tub full of tears
Drive on the highway, slide with the wheel
Rearview, throw a middle finger up high
Gotta leave the starship behind, man, I'm

I burnt out the drinks, I burnt out the friends
I burnt out the candle and both they ends
I'm burnt on the sex, I'm burnt on the men
The lights turnin' on, the flames 'bout to dim

Party's gotta end
Party's gotta end
Party's gotta end
Party's gotta end

I'm so high, I hate to come down
Why can't I just turn shit around?
I'm so high, I hate to come down
Why can't I just turn shit around?

I burnt out the drinks, I burnt out the friends
I burnt out the candle and both they ends
I'm burnt on the sex, I'm burnt on the men
The lights turnin' on, the flames 'bout to dim

Party's gotta end
Party's gotta end (Oh yeah)
Party's gotta end
Party's gotta end

Fuck, why's my phone low? So fuckin' dumb