| leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone so just leave me alone,
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| i said leave me alone. |
| leave me alone. |
| leave me alone! |
| i’m not in the mood!
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| nah. |
| piss off!
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| haha yeah. |
| verb T.
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| yo, so when i say leave me alone, nah T don’t play
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| i’m like michael jackson in the non-paedo way
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| the thought of mad party in the borchery tortures me
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| my t-shirt reads 'fuck off and don’t talk to me'
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| approaching every situation awkwardly
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| like i’m mesmerised
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| under some sort of sorcery
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| who’s calling me? |
| dunno, i’ll ignore it G, if i don’t share my time then is
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| there more for me?
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| i’d rather stay reclusive, making music
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| getting tipsy after one or maybe two drinks
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| a lightweight, my mind state migrates
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| walking through the club a little slowly with a light haze
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| the night pain, rocking shows with a migraine
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| people i aim to avoid, kinda like place
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| not really i’m a people person, i’m just boring as fuck and that’s the major
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| reason T’s a hermit
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| i’m home alone, i don’t wanna let em in
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| i don’t want cocaine
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| i don’t want ketamine
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| you can have it all there, have a great night please
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| chillin' in my house on my couch where you find me
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| where you find me, where where you find me
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| where you find me, where where you find me
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| where you find me, where where you find me
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| man i’ve been chillin' in my yard since the nineties
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| standing in solitude
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| running out of rocket fuel
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| trapped on a strange planet
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| try’na get a proper view
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| youtube surf it
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| download free shit
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| play a couple beats with something in the oven, drinks in the fridge,
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| chillin' with the mrs
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| she thinks i’m a prick,
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| not really.
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| but i am a massive eejit
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| barely ever leave my chair like a paraplegic
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| now i’m leaving
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| only to the shop though, agraphobic shit
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| and it don’t stop yo
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| proud of people in the street looking like zombies
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| i’m pale as a sheet people like 'what's wrong T?'
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| i dunno, i’m feeling dizzy as a stupid fuck
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| try’na scramble home nearly walked into a moving bus
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| as i get to my house i feel relieved
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| walk in, and triple lock the doors behind me
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| i’m home alone, i don’t wanna let em in
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| i don’t want cocaine
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| i don’t want ketamine
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| you can have it all there, have a great night please
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| chillin' in my house on my couch where you find me
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| where you find me, where where you find me
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| where you find me, where where you find me
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| where you find me, where where you find me
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| man i’ve been chillin' in my yard since the nineties |