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ALS - Leave. (feat. RandyCantStay) Lyrics



ALS - Leave. (feat. RandyCantStay) Lyrics
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Tried to find my way home, this'll be my main goal
Leave me alone till I finally found hope
Do what I'm told when they say they make gold
Whatever will happen, it'll never get old
I swear it'll be cold when I'm grabbing my coat
Yeah, better sit down, it's time for the show
Deep in my soul, I can tell I'm the GOAT
Yeah, get out of my way and see how I roll, let's go
Tell me to leave, I ain't leaving my seat
Got my first check, I'm not rapping for free
Got so much shit, I might need a receipt
I am not jealous of people around me
I am the king and this is my house Take off your shoes and get off my couch
Drunk off the beat, yeah, served by the ounce Look at my bitch and see how she bounce
Looking around and I hold up my glass
2028, the year of my class
If I drop out with music, I'll pass
Minding myself like
I, I, I don't give a f*ck about the fakes If you're loyal, then you're safe
I make rap that you can hate But all these bitches take the bait
I'm so hot, yeah, I'm a heater
Blowing up just off the meter
My girl's mine, yeah, she's a keeper
Randy, take over, I need me a breather
She's like, come back I don't wanna leave at first, so I came back
And she said, you earned that I still see her wrist, tell her, miss that
And I'm digging what she says when she says it
And obesely I take that
I turn into faceplants
Flopping on the front stairs, crying on the backstep
Mobin through the air, now we flying in a fast jet
Crawling on my skin, it's some shit that I ain't thought yet
Would've f*ckin' caught dead,
We the ones that fall back
Be the one that can mess up, and you know that I'll finish him
Diminish him, I'm beating down the middle man, I'm sitting in the middle man
I'm beginning to belittle them,
Punch back One jab, run back, fun fact
Be the one with no sack
Balls up in your ass crack, pussy ass boy
Gonna drop this f*ckin' knapsack
Trapped into the grave, all I see is grey
Gotta find my way
Tryna blind me, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Ain't got numbers in my size, gotta fight to stay alive
You can know it too high, now it's time I take your life
Sick of fights, like the mice in the trap, real attention
That's a wrap, smoke a whack to the back, and I'm back in my faction
Imagine the action of crashing the mansion
FBB, gonna hang up on your fashion
FBB, LCSB, XTV
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Tried to find my way home, this'll be my main goal
Leave me alone till I finally found hope
Do what I'm told when they say they make gold
Whatever will happen, it'll never get old
I swear it'll be cold when I'm grabbing my coat
Yeah, better sit down, it's time for the show
Deep in my soul, I can tell I'm the GOAT
Yeah, get out of my way and see how I roll, let's go
Tell me to leave, I ain't leaving my seat
Got my first check, I'm not rapping for free
Got so much shit, I might need a receipt
I am not jealous of people around me
I am the king and this is my house Take off your shoes and get off my couch
Drunk off the beat, yeah, served by the ounce Look at my bitch and see how she bounce
Looking around and I hold up my glass
2028, the year of my class
If I drop out with music, I'll pass
Minding myself like
I, I, I don't give a f*ck about the fakes If you're loyal, then you're safe
I make rap that you can hate But all these bitches take the bait
I'm so hot, yeah, I'm a heater
Blowing up just off the meter
My girl's mine, yeah, she's a keeper
Randy, take over, I need me a breather
She's like, come back I don't wanna leave at first, so I came back
And she said, you earned that I still see her wrist, tell her, miss that
And I'm digging what she says when she says it
And obesely I take that
I turn into faceplants
Flopping on the front stairs, crying on the backstep
Mobin through the air, now we flying in a fast jet
Crawling on my skin, it's some shit that I ain't thought yet
Would've f*ckin' caught dead,
We the ones that fall back
Be the one that can mess up, and you know that I'll finish him
Diminish him, I'm beating down the middle man, I'm sitting in the middle man
I'm beginning to belittle them,
Punch back One jab, run back, fun fact
Be the one with no sack
Balls up in your ass crack, pussy ass boy
Gonna drop this f*ckin' knapsack
Trapped into the grave, all I see is grey
Gotta find my way
Tryna blind me, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Ain't got numbers in my size, gotta fight to stay alive
You can know it too high, now it's time I take your life
Sick of fights, like the mice in the trap, real attention
That's a wrap, smoke a whack to the back, and I'm back in my faction
Imagine the action of crashing the mansion
FBB, gonna hang up on your fashion
FBB, LCSB, XTV
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Writer: Luke Hedger, Ayden Sink
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Luke Hedger, Ayden Sink

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