作词 : Thomas Conning
 作曲 : Peter Buchanan
Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Leave me alone, so just leave me alone
I said, leave me alone, leave me alone
Leave me alone
I'm not in the mood, piss off
So when I say leave me alone
Nah T don't play
I'm like Michael Jackson
In a non pedo way
The thought of mad partyin', debauchery
Tortures me, my t shirt reads
**** off and don't talk to me
Approaching every situation awkwardly
Like I'm mesmerized, 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
Deny pain, rocking shows with a migraine
People, I aim, to avoid, kinda like plagues
Not really I'm a people person
I'm just boring as **** 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 the couch's where you'll find me
Where you'll find me, wh where you'll find me
Where you'll find me, wh where you'll find me
Where you'll find me, wh where you'll find me
Man I've been chillin' in my yard since the 90's
Standing in solitude, running out of rocket fuel
Trapped on a strange planet, tryna get a proper view
Youtube surfin', download free shit
Get my rhyme book out, play a couple beats quick
Something in the oven, drinks in the fridge
Chillin' with the missus, she think's I'm a prick
Not really
But I am a massive idiot
Barely ever leave my chair like a paraplegic
Now I'm leaving, only to the shop though
Agoraphobic shit, and it don't stop yo
Crowd 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 ****
Tryna 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 the couch's where you'll find me
Watchin' Baywatch
And Blockbusters
Rest in peace, Bob Homeless