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Ahh, shit God, this mug It rings all day, I get text messages all day I can't edit nothing, I can't write nothing I can't call nobody I want to This shit has gotten out of control (Why don't you answer my call bro?) Yo, eh My bowtie look futuristic, snakeskins when I talk the business Got a couple people at my household that'll put a hole in y'all's common sense My driveway like Carl Black, some shit ain't drove in a couple weeks Gotta Mustang GT runs and drives gettin' lost as it disappears in the weeds 'Cause people pullin' up droppin' off their problems on my doorstep like a bunch of fuckin' Mormons Still I goin' crazy sittin' in my closet, smokin' all my weed and I don't feel like talkin' Noise I can't escape it, even in my head, homies want my money, bitches want my bed All I want is silence just to clear my head but I can't even get it, why I gotta beg? But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't given If you shit talk behind closed doors your room is full of bitches My household hold a savage and some savages live with me So don't come knockin', oh oh, so don't come knockin' So don't come knockin', so don't so don't so don't come knockin' So don't come knockin' on it Letras de cancionesFootsteps walkin' on my front porch I can see it on surveillance when I take a shit As soon as I roll out my silky sheets Somebody tryna yank me to a meet and greet My fuckin' drive way a mile long, got 26 trespassing signs I got two gates you gotta open and shut With a loggin' chain that's wrapped around Made plenty posts that say leave me be And if I don't know you don't come knock knock knockin' Eventually I'm gonna pop pop stop it Then somebody fiddin' to pop lock drop it My symphony don't play sympathy If you seekin' me to get a sig' from me Then you gon' finally see that I ain't the me That I used to be so get used to me 'Cause I'm But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't given If you shit talk behind closed doors your room is full of bitches My household hold a savage and some savages live with me So don't come knockin', oh oh, so don't come knockin' So don't come knockin', so don't so don't so don't come knockin' So don't come knockin' on it Look, take my advice it is day one You fuckboys worried 'bout the wrong one Conduct yourself like a gentleman on a white horse with a boss gun Don't point to shoot if it ain't worth the time 'cause silence is a secret deadly weapon I'm a mystery to the whole world 'cause I only let 'em see a small percentage I'm creek raised, gotta couple demons but I killed 'em tossed their darkness in the deep valley Now I'm cruisin' in a crew, deep dark two toned gettin' parked by the valley Fuck opinions like they're starrin' in a porn, my bitch bad and she let me click record I stay sweatin' even when I don't perform, I'm on a track, and I trapped a country boy But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't given If you shit talk behind closed doors your room is full of bitches My household hold a savage and some savages live with me So don't come knockin', oh oh, so don't come knockin' So don't come knockin', so don't so don't so don't come knockin' So don't come knockin' on it From Letras Mania