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Verb T - Where You Find Me (Official Video) (Prod. Pete Cannon)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Verb T
Verb T
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Buchanan
Peter Buchanan
Composer
Thomas Conning
Thomas Conning
Songwriter

Lyrics

Leave me alone, leave me alone, Leave me alone so just leave me alone L said leave me alone Leave me alone. leave me alone! I'm not in the mood! nah piss off! Haha yeah. verb T. Yo, so when i say leave me alone, nah T don't play I'm like michael jackson in the non-paedo way The thought of mad party in the borchery tortures me My t-shirt reads 'fuck off and don't talk to me' Approaching every situation awkwardly Like i'm mesmerised Under some sort of sorcery Who's calling 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, making music Getting tipsy after one or maybe two drinks A lightweight, my mind state migrates Walking through the club a little slowly with a light haze The night pain, rocking shows with a migraine People i aim to avoid, kinda like place Not really i'm a people person, i'm just boring as fuck and that's the major reason T's a hermit 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 my couch where you find me Where you find me, where where you find me Where you find me, where where you find me Where you find me, where where you find me Man i've been chillin' in my yard since the nineties Standing in solitude Running out of rocket fuel Trapped on a strange planet Try'na get a proper view Youtube surf it Download free shit Play a couple beats with something in the oven, drinks in the fridge, Chillin' with the mrs She thinks i'm a prick, Not really. But i am a massive eejit Barely ever leave my chair like a paraplegic Now i'm leaving Only to the shop though, agraphobic shit And it don't stop yo Proud of people in the street looking like zombies I'm pale as a sheet people like 'what's wrong T?' I dunno, i'm feeling dizzy as a stupid fuck Try'na 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 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 my couch where you find me Where you find me, where where you find me Where you find me, where where you find me Where you find me, where where you find me Man i've been chillin' in my yard since the nineties
Writer(s): Thomas Conning, Peter Cameron Buchanan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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