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letra de leave me alone (remix) - debaser(of sandpeople)

[intro: sample and eligh]
so please don’t holler at ya boy, making beats is not relaxing
man, for real, dude
i need some sp-ce
please

[verse 1: eligh]
gotta get to my spot
give me my cigarettes, coffee, and lots of room
cause the cost of living is a fat [?], plus
ringing in the ears brings in the high mids
high kids wanna vibe to the tribe’s endeavors
(you talking to me?)
tryna be real clever like, “man, whatever”
leave me alone been the song that i sing since back in the day
on the asphalt played by myself in the rain
always been content on the solo
sat in the back of my mom’s white volvo
talking to myself with my action figures
looking out the window like, “f-ck the world”
it’s f-cking with me, yea, f-ck these girls
learned to love as a little tyke
riding around on my little bike with a little mic
in the back of my head
little did i know i would pull it out strike the world
like a match, i desire
fireman, the higher hands of god
in a way, i’ma play my part
and stay the f-ck out my energy field when i need my sp-ce
i echo
up to god, get out my face

[chorus: sapient]
n0body wanna leave me alone
won’t you leave me alone?
yea, yea
n0body wanna leave me alone
won’t you leave me alone?
n0body wanna leave me alone
won’t you leave me alone?
yea, yea
n0body wanna leave me alone
won’t you leave me alone?

[verse 2: sapient]
yo, this is quiet time, dude
so be quiet like a dying spy chewing on a cyanide tooth
debaser, divided by two, that’s me and ethic
either way you’re getting beat to death tryna be accepted
and it gets hectic if venues get in my ear
chattered off, saliva and beer splattered on my gear
back up, dawg, you’re getting a little too cozy
check it, i gotta go pee, talk to my homie ethic

[verse 3: ethic]
my name’s ethic (hey!)
no, you don’t gotta say what up
i ain’t tryna be disrespectful
it’s just sometimes there ain’t enough of me to go around
but i ain’t conceded
see, it’s just that being me can be deceiving
i’m needed, but i’m nowhere found
(hey, where’s ethic?)
in the back room, in a bad mood
eating fast food for the fourth night in a row
now tell me how that sound? (bad)
yea, this glamour life ain’t so comfy
and it’s not that i don’t like people, i just don’t like their company

- debaserof sandpeople

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