Leave Me Lone
Leave me, leave me lone
I ain't, I ain't home
Even if you see me through the win-window
Leave me, leave me lone
Cut off all my phones
I'm inventing lines to the ringing of the tone, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
I ain't picking up, I'm in my pickup doing stuff
It don't involve the ones who text me all these Harry Potter books
I know I got the magic, magic, my city ash is volcanic
From my hip-hop rap mechanics, that's why they claim that I'm manic, ayy
Pace back and forth like a robot
The game made me, made me have no heart
Don't give a fuck about no chart, 14 golds from the mud bars
To double-platinums, no truck start, never ever tired no truck marks
In this generation, I'm the showroom
Only good credit get the press start
Tryna hop in like a short skirt, leave them Broadway girls alone
We're gaining from my wallet, now I'm feeling that I'm old
The cowboy of the game which means I don't got a cellphone
So call me what you want, I'm disconnected from all of you hoes, ayy
Leave me, leave me lone
I ain't, I ain't home
Even if you see me through the win-window
Leave me, leave me lone
Cut off all my phones
I'm inventing lines to the ringing of the tone, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
I would say leave a voicemail
But I hate you motherfucker's voice, yeah
A lot of hate then all bail
Wish a motherfucker would burn jail
Every upsmoke got inhaled to my level higher, Upchurch God chair
Evilest of geniuses in one hell of a mosh pit
Enemies in music rhythm a lyrical prison
I'm a finical prism with hillbilly lyricism
A damage to fuck the only image that they might make come and critic
The enemy grips the game stay making me bitches
Tell a telephone that I'm all out of minutes
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all 'til I'm all out of digits
Puttin' up a wall while your sticks on the picket
Fences this is real rackster riches
Going in on people that caves the mountain ridges
Even cavemen sleeping on me, some of the south, you sons of bitches
To this era, I'm a terror, that's why they bite my style
Fuck it for your tears 'cause in the holler, got no secret now
Leave me, leave me lone
I ain't, I ain't home
Even if you see me through the win-window
Leave me, leave me lone
Cut off all my phones
I'm inventing lines to the ringing of the tone, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
I ain't, I ain't home
Even if you see me through the win-window
Leave me, leave me lone
Cut off all my phones
I'm inventing lines to the ringing of the tone, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
I ain't picking up, I'm in my pickup doing stuff
It don't involve the ones who text me all these Harry Potter books
I know I got the magic, magic, my city ash is volcanic
From my hip-hop rap mechanics, that's why they claim that I'm manic, ayy
Pace back and forth like a robot
The game made me, made me have no heart
Don't give a fuck about no chart, 14 golds from the mud bars
To double-platinums, no truck start, never ever tired no truck marks
In this generation, I'm the showroom
Only good credit get the press start
Tryna hop in like a short skirt, leave them Broadway girls alone
We're gaining from my wallet, now I'm feeling that I'm old
The cowboy of the game which means I don't got a cellphone
So call me what you want, I'm disconnected from all of you hoes, ayy
Leave me, leave me lone
I ain't, I ain't home
Even if you see me through the win-window
Leave me, leave me lone
Cut off all my phones
I'm inventing lines to the ringing of the tone, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
I would say leave a voicemail
But I hate you motherfucker's voice, yeah
A lot of hate then all bail
Wish a motherfucker would burn jail
Every upsmoke got inhaled to my level higher, Upchurch God chair
Evilest of geniuses in one hell of a mosh pit
Enemies in music rhythm a lyrical prison
I'm a finical prism with hillbilly lyricism
A damage to fuck the only image that they might make come and critic
The enemy grips the game stay making me bitches
Tell a telephone that I'm all out of minutes
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all 'til I'm all out of digits
Puttin' up a wall while your sticks on the picket
Fences this is real rackster riches
Going in on people that caves the mountain ridges
Even cavemen sleeping on me, some of the south, you sons of bitches
To this era, I'm a terror, that's why they bite my style
Fuck it for your tears 'cause in the holler, got no secret now
Leave me, leave me lone
I ain't, I ain't home
Even if you see me through the win-window
Leave me, leave me lone
Cut off all my phones
I'm inventing lines to the ringing of the tone, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Leave me, leave me lone
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Toner, Thomas Daniel Toner, Michael Grant Benziger, Ryan Edward Upchurch
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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