Asocial

[HOOK - Eli Noir]
Leave me alone now
(Don’t bother me, don’t bother me)
Don’t call my phone now
(Don’t call my phone, don’t call my phone)

Go and kick that road now
(Kick that road, kick that road)
You won’t see me ‘round town
(Don’t bother me, don’t bother me)

[VERSE 1 - Miles Powers]
Selfish shit, real selfish shit, real recognize real helpfulness
You fake that shit that’s definite, Seven Five Six I’m reppin’ bitch
I bless the function, play another jam when I press the button
I ain’t got a band got a PA system, work without a plan I ain’t stressed or nothin’

You ain’t gotta dance, just move a lil bit, I think I’m too considerate
I think we all ain’t shit ‘cause we all ain’t shit, but who’s admittin’ it?
Just me and a few other pessimists, I see what you do ain’t impressed a bit
I see depression is a bitch, I’ve lived a life of lessons yeah

So tired of this, so positive, stepped back two times like Harden did
Some folks don’t know the art of this, but it is what appears, yeah, hard as shit
And it is what I said, when I said it, when I meant it, made an effort to relate to yall
Got a wavy style, get it straight, no lie, this way beyond what you paid for, huh?

Got mouths to feed, psych nah, not yet, just Miles to feed, but I start to see
My rib cage in the mirror as of late yeah, drop shit, better pop, where the paper at?
I’m feelin’ Aziatic when I slay these rappers like AZ back in ‘02
Lately agonized, make me platinum, got tracks that ought to blow huge

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[VERSE 2 - Miles Powers]
I’m on a mission I’m mindin’ my moves, takin’ my steps like I’m dancin’
My heart been barren, the emptiest canyon, yeah, it’s hard for me even to stand you
I’m that antisocial poster child, check my campy prose I’m wrote this all
Like my mammy taught me I manage awfully well (well for now)

If god real lord help me out, check my mirror, I’m oftly handsome
I’m politicin’ no propaganda, well honest, really, some propaganda
He’s vibin ain’t he? I’m divin’ in it, no stoppin’ anytime soon, choppin’ any ol’ tune
Drop the video too, acapella, B-side, let’s talk the whole package

Pass that when I grasp that, cabbage, blow smoke to old school, rap hits
Got pills like them old folks, have it’s, my fault that I fall so, drastic
My fault that I ball so, savage, pole vault to ballroom, bad bitch
That’s my wife I nabbed it, I’m so glad that my life not, lavish

I’m in it till my iPhone crack and I ain’t got jump in my legs no more
If you wanna reach it better bend those toes, I ain’t fuckin’ with you with a ten foot pole
Ten foot tall, when I rap need two mic stands, and I’ma do my dance
Me and t lookin’ like two titans, tip-top skills, you like this?

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