Lyrics Headache/Anti-Social - Mante!

Leave me alone
I have a plan to do it on my own
Sick of all these people talking, man I'm hanging up the phone
Getting in the zone, so I can get the fuck on
Constantly searching for when my house becomes a home
Ain't giving a dog a bone, so don't come knocking on my door
Fuck that, ain't giving shit back
Cut the chit-chat, you already know I ain't with that

Get back, you headaches about to get clapped
Anti-social, I'm the only one on this raft
Different path
Exploring without a big map
Niggas keep talking, but I ain't really with the riff-raff
God damn, did you get that
A lot of yall missed that
About to hear that click clack
You always assuming I aint with that
Bet you ain't ready for that kick back
I don't miss fam

Call me golden eye
No I'm not your guy
Prefer to dress up, and hit them notes real high
But don't get it twisted, one of the rawest that you can find
I am the epitome of troublesome especially for writing this song
I am the realest nigga you'll ever meet
Ain't putting a facade on
I can't take it anymore
I'm putting my foot down
They always want a crown, but take a look around
Everybody failing
Nigga why're you proud
One in a million
Shit
The same old speech
I'd rather have somebody put a chain on me
A lot sound the same, and use same damn beats
Let's me know a lot about your creativity
Let's me know a lot about you being unique

Anti-Social
I don't like to be in crowds
Wanna be on my own
Anti-social as fuck
I just like to sit at home

I don't like to be in crowds
Rather be on my own
May seem like a warm heart
But I'm really stone cold.