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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Verb T
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Buchanan
Composer
Thomas Conning
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Leave me alone, so just leave me alone
I said, leave me alone, leave me alone
Leave me alone
I'm not in the mood
Piss off
[Verse 2]
So when I say leave me alone
Nah, T don't play
I'm like Michael Jackson in a non-pedo way
The thought of mad partyin', debauchery
Tortures me, my t-shirt reads
Fuck off and don't talk to me
Approachin' every situation awkwardly
Like I'm mesmerized, under some sort of sorcery
Who's callin' me? Dunno, I'll ignore it G
If I don't share my time then is there more for me?
I'd rather stay reclusive, makin' music
Gettin' tipsy after one, or maybe two drinks
A lightweight, my mind state migrates
Walkin' through the club a little slowly with a light haze
Deny pain, rockin' shows with a migraine
People, I aim to avoid, kinda like plagues
Not really I'm a people person
I'm just borin' as fuck and that's the major reason T's a hermit
[Verse 3]
I'm home alone, I don't wanna let 'em in
I don't want cocaine, I don't want ketamine
You can have it all, there, have a great night, please
Chillin' in my house, on the couch where you find me
[Verse 4]
Where you find me, whe-where you find me
Where you find me, whe-where you find me
Where you find me, whe-where you find me
Man, I've been chillin' in my yard since the 90's
[Verse 5]
Standin' in solitude, runnin' out of rocket fuel
Trapped on a strange planet, tryna get a proper view
Youtube surfin', download free shit
Get my rhyme book out, play a couple beats quick
Somethin' in the oven, drinks in the fridge
Chillin' with the missus, she think's I'm a prick
Not really, but I am a massive idiot
Barely ever leave my chair like a paraplegic
Now, I'm leavin', only to the shop though
Agoraphobic shit, and it don't stop yo
Crowd of people in the street, lookin' like zombies
I'm pale as a sheet, people like, what's wrong T?
I don't know, I'm feelin' dizzy as a stupid fuck
Tryna scramble home, nearly walked into a moving bus
As I get to my house, I feel relieved
Walk in, and triple lock the doors behind me
[Verse 6]
I'm home alone, I don't wanna let 'em in
I don't want cocaine, I don't want ketamine
You can have it all, there, have a great night, please
Chillin' in my house, on the couch where you find me
[Verse 7]
Where you find me, whe-where you find me
Where you find me, whe-where you find me
Where you find me, whe-where you find me
Man, I've been chillin' in my yard since the 90's
[Verse 8]
Watchin' Baywatch
And Blockbusters
Rest in peace, Bob Holness
Written by: Peter Buchanan, Thomas Conning