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Leave Me Lone
(专辑: Pioneer - 2023)
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, hear 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 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 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, hear 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 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 becoming the
critic to the
enemy crickets The
game stay making me vicious Tell a
telephone that I'm all out of minutes Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all 'til I'm all out of digits Putting up a
wall while you sing songs of picket fences This is real rags to riches Going in on people that caves the
mountain ridges Even cavemen sleeping 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 inventing lines, hear 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
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