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 inventin' lines, hear the ringin' 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 pickin' up, I'm in my pickup doin' stuff That 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 Fourteen golds from the mud bars Two double-platinums, no truck start Never ever tired, no drug marks In this generation, I'm the showroom Only good credit get to press start Tryna hop in like a short skirt Leave them Broadway girls alone We're gainin' from my wallet now I'm feelin' 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 inventin' lines, hear the ringin' 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 motherfuckers voice, yeah A lot of hate then all bail Wish a motherfucker would, bar jail Every ounce of smoke, I've inhaled Then my level higher, Upchurch, god chair Evilest of geniuses in one hell of a mosh pit Enemies envy the rhythm, a lyrical prison I'm a pinnacle prism of hillbilly lyricism No damage inflicted on an image that they mimic I'm becomin' the critic to the enemy crickets The game stay makin' me vicious 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 you sing songs of picket fences This is real rags to riches Goin' in on people that caves the mountain ridges Even cavemen sleepin' on me Son of the south, you sons of bitches To this era, I'm a terra, that's why they bite my style Bucket 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 inventin' lines, hear the ringin' 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 'loneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.