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 'lone
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