a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

upchurch – leave me lone كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
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 livin’ life to the ringin’ of the tone
leave me ‘lone
leave me, leave me ‘lone
leave me, leave me ‘lone
leavе me, leave mе ‘lone
leave me, leave me ‘lone
[verse 1]
i ain’t pickin’ up, i’m in my pickup doin’ stuff
it don’t involve the ones who text me
all these harry potter books
i know i got the magic, magic
my city ashes volcanic from my hip_hop rap mechanics
that’s why they claim that i’m manic, ay
it’s back and forth like a robot
the game made me, made me have no heart
don’t give a f_ck about no chart, fourteen golds from the mud bars
to double platinums, no truck start
never ever tied, no truck 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, ay

[chorus]
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 livin’ life to 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
[verse 2]
i would say leave a voicemail but i hate your motherf_cker’s voice, yeah
a lot of hate then all bail
wish a motherf_cker would, barn jail
every ounce of smoke, i been held
then my level higher, upchurch, god chair
evilest of g_niuses in one h_ll of a mosh pit
enemies give me the rhythm
a lyrical prison, i’m a finical prism, a hillbilly, lyricism
the damage inflicted on the image of what they make
i’m becoming the critic, the enemy crickets
the game stay makin’ me vicious
tell it to the phone that i’m all out of minutes
f_ck ’em, f_ck ’em all ’til i’m all out of digits
puttin’ up a wall, way it sits on a picket fences
this is real rags to riches
goin’ in on people that caves to mountain ridges
even cavemen sleepin’ on me
some of the south, you sons of b_tches
to this era i’m a terra, that’s why they bite my style
buck you ‘fore your tears ’cause in the holler got no secret now

- upchurch

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

اهم الاغاني لهذا الاسبوع