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, f******ur 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 s*x, 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 s*x, 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 s*x, 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? I'm so fuckin' dumb --- Day 3 in Miami (End of an Era) - Iggy Azalea