paroles de chanson Leave Me Lone - Upchurch
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
to
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
It
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,
14
golds
from
the
mud
bars
To
double-platinums,
no
truck
start,
never
ever
tired
no
truck
marks
In
this
generation,
I'm
the
showroom
Only
good
credit
get
the
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
to
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
motherfucker's
voice,
yeah
A
lot
of
hate
then
all
bail
Wish
a
motherfucker
would
burn
jail
Every
upsmoke
got
inhaled
to
my
level
higher,
Upchurch
God
chair
Evilest
of
geniuses
in
one
hell
of
a
mosh
pit
Enemies
in
music
rhythm
a
lyrical
prison
I'm
a
finical
prism
with
hillbilly
lyricism
A
damage
to
fuck
the
only
image
that
they
might
make
come
and
critic
The
enemy
grips
the
game
stay
making
me
bitches
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
your
sticks
on
the
picket
Fences
this
is
real
rackster
riches
Going
in
on
people
that
caves
the
mountain
ridges
Even
cavemen
sleeping
on
me,
some
of
the
south,
you
sons
of
bitches
To
this
era,
I'm
a
terror,
that's
why
they
bite
my
style
Fuck
it
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
to
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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