Loner, loner, trapped in my enclosure
Need to back, back back it up
Don't you get no closer
Loner, loner, I need some exposure
Bring it back, back, back
Oh won't you come on over
Yeah I'm off in the brain, off with your brain
Hear the pop-pop-pop-pop shots to your frame
I've been locked in a cage, rotting away
But I've thought and I've thought tryna plot my escape
Never was a problem kid, ain't been through a lot of shit
I just spend my time alone, so my mind be starting shit
Throw some gas on the fire pit
Yeah we got get all kind of lit
Screams coming in the higher pitch
Yeah I get excited by the site of the blood
Slice and I cut
Boy is acting like a bitch it's your time of the month
Ain't no rifle or guns, knife to the gut
I'm liable to slip, I don't give a f*ck
Bitch can't stop me, flowing like Carti
I don't play boy, Don't you get cocky
Haters gon mock me, then they want to copy
F*ck what you thought, I ain't gon stop till I'm
Rich, balling
Hoes keep calling
Kicks, got em
Bitch, model
I don't wanna
Might just have to
Try to play me like a game won't hesitate to aim in at ya
I got jokers on my hitlist, so much on my wishlist
Focused on the vision till everyday is Christmas
But until you know I be on grinch shit
Living isolated probably plotting on a victim
F*ck you and your gifts bitch
I got 50 cents left
Imma die trying either that or Imma get rich
She be hella woke find this shit offensive
Well I be hella broke I can't afford to give a shit bitch
Loner, loner, trapped in my enclosure
Need to back, back back it up
Don't you get no closer
Loner, loner, I need some exposure
Bring it back, back, back
Oh won't you come on over
Yeah I'm off in the brain, off with your brain
Hear the pop-pop-pop-pop shots to your frame
I've been locked in a cage, rotting away
But I've thought and I've thought tryna plot my escape
Will Oakley - Haven't Left the Room in 2 Weeks Lyrics
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Loner, loner, trapped in my enclosure
Need to back, back back it up
Don't you get no closer
Loner, loner, I need some exposure
Bring it back, back, back
Oh won't you come on over
Yeah I'm off in the brain, off with your brain
Hear the pop-pop-pop-pop shots to your frame
I've been locked in a cage, rotting away
But I've thought and I've thought tryna plot my escape
Never was a problem kid, ain't been through a lot of shit
I just spend my time alone, so my mind be starting shit
Throw some gas on the fire pit
Yeah we got get all kind of lit
Screams coming in the higher pitch
Yeah I get excited by the site of the blood
Slice and I cut
Boy is acting like a bitch it's your time of the month
Ain't no rifle or guns, knife to the gut
I'm liable to slip, I don't give a f*ck
Bitch can't stop me, flowing like Carti
I don't play boy, Don't you get cocky
Haters gon mock me, then they want to copy
F*ck what you thought, I ain't gon stop till I'm
Rich, balling
Hoes keep calling
Kicks, got em
Bitch, model
I don't wanna
Might just have to
Try to play me like a game won't hesitate to aim in at ya
I got jokers on my hitlist, so much on my wishlist
Focused on the vision till everyday is Christmas
But until you know I be on grinch shit
Living isolated probably plotting on a victim
F*ck you and your gifts bitch
I got 50 cents left
Imma die trying either that or Imma get rich
She be hella woke find this shit offensive
Well I be hella broke I can't afford to give a shit bitch
Loner, loner, trapped in my enclosure
Need to back, back back it up
Don't you get no closer
Loner, loner, I need some exposure
Bring it back, back, back
Oh won't you come on over
Yeah I'm off in the brain, off with your brain
Hear the pop-pop-pop-pop shots to your frame
I've been locked in a cage, rotting away
But I've thought and I've thought tryna plot my escape
Need to back, back back it up
Don't you get no closer
Loner, loner, I need some exposure
Bring it back, back, back
Oh won't you come on over
Yeah I'm off in the brain, off with your brain
Hear the pop-pop-pop-pop shots to your frame
I've been locked in a cage, rotting away
But I've thought and I've thought tryna plot my escape
Never was a problem kid, ain't been through a lot of shit
I just spend my time alone, so my mind be starting shit
Throw some gas on the fire pit
Yeah we got get all kind of lit
Screams coming in the higher pitch
Yeah I get excited by the site of the blood
Slice and I cut
Boy is acting like a bitch it's your time of the month
Ain't no rifle or guns, knife to the gut
I'm liable to slip, I don't give a f*ck
Bitch can't stop me, flowing like Carti
I don't play boy, Don't you get cocky
Haters gon mock me, then they want to copy
F*ck what you thought, I ain't gon stop till I'm
Rich, balling
Hoes keep calling
Kicks, got em
Bitch, model
I don't wanna
Might just have to
Try to play me like a game won't hesitate to aim in at ya
I got jokers on my hitlist, so much on my wishlist
Focused on the vision till everyday is Christmas
But until you know I be on grinch shit
Living isolated probably plotting on a victim
F*ck you and your gifts bitch
I got 50 cents left
Imma die trying either that or Imma get rich
She be hella woke find this shit offensive
Well I be hella broke I can't afford to give a shit bitch
Loner, loner, trapped in my enclosure
Need to back, back back it up
Don't you get no closer
Loner, loner, I need some exposure
Bring it back, back, back
Oh won't you come on over
Yeah I'm off in the brain, off with your brain
Hear the pop-pop-pop-pop shots to your frame
I've been locked in a cage, rotting away
But I've thought and I've thought tryna plot my escape
Writer: Will Oakley
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