Nobody Home
Trying to make a friend
We're all by ourselves
With no home
A broken metronome
Ima go buy some weed
From my plug yeah
You probably think he's a thug
Now don't you?
Let me in i promise im good
I swear ive grown up
And so i should
Its okay ill be back soon when
Theirs nobody home
Theirs nobody home
Theirs nobody home
Home home home home
Theirs nobody
Not rude just curious
Of what i may find is glorious
Tryna find somewhere
That i can sleep all day
With an ashtray by my side
I can't comply
Im horrified
Im lost yeah
Overqualified
I know i lie
Im always high
Theirs someone home
So ill say goodbye
Shot you in the leg now
What you gonna do
Im busy playing PS2
And i can't hear you scream
Wait its a dream
And i feel dizzy in my head
Stuck in these bedsheets
Until im dead
Don't do what you taught
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what you told
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what you taught
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Tell you
Don't do what you told
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what you told
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what you told
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what you told
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Tell you
We're all by ourselves
With no home
A broken metronome
Ima go buy some weed
From my plug yeah
You probably think he's a thug
Now don't you?
Let me in i promise im good
I swear ive grown up
And so i should
Its okay ill be back soon when
Theirs nobody home
Theirs nobody home
Theirs nobody home
Home home home home
Theirs nobody
Not rude just curious
Of what i may find is glorious
Tryna find somewhere
That i can sleep all day
With an ashtray by my side
I can't comply
Im horrified
Im lost yeah
Overqualified
I know i lie
Im always high
Theirs someone home
So ill say goodbye
Shot you in the leg now
What you gonna do
Im busy playing PS2
And i can't hear you scream
Wait its a dream
And i feel dizzy in my head
Stuck in these bedsheets
Until im dead
Don't do what you taught
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what you told
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what you taught
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Tell you
Don't do what you told
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what you told
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what you told
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what you told
Don't do what they tell you
Don't do what they tell you
Tell you
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan James Butler
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