J. COLE - Leave Me Alone lyrics

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Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Bill Collector

I know ya just doing your job, don't mean to disrespect ya

But we've been going through this thang since way back

I told ya when I get the dough I would pay back

But I got problems babayy... yea, if you only knew

I got bigger problems babbayyy

So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I didn't know man,

It don't mean nothing to me

Cause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could

You please stop fuckin with me?

Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year, and my

Momma keep smoking that shit

On top of that, I'm broke, please put that in your notes for the next one

To call me up talking that shit

I just can't take this shit anymore

I just might lose control

I feel like letting it go

Please just leave me alone

I need to be left alone

And if I'm wrong

Than let me be wrong

Just leave me alone

Hey, Dear Mr. Policeman

Hey am I wrong, aint you suppose to keep the peace man?

I coulda swore I was driving pretty peaceful

So why the hell is you pullin over me fo'?

Is it this black Mercedes? (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it)

Or cause I'm black? Hmmm, maybe

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweatin and I hold my breath everytime that

You get behind me

I turn my music down, so you won't hear a sound, man I'm nervous like I got

A couple pounds on me

You pulled me over, you frown on me

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Thug n-ggas, drug dealers, it's a trip, every n-gga in this whip got a

Mothafuckin college degree

I just can't take this shit anymore

I just might lose control

I feel like letting it go

Please just leave me alone

I need to be left alone

And if I'm wrong

Than let me be wrong

Just leave me alone

Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky

My teacher said, "Impossible", but I'mma fuckin try

Plus how he gon' tell me, he don't make the rules

There's niggas dying everyday, but we don't make the news

Instead they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be f-ckin all these white

Hoes"

Anchorman stop snitchin

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches, hey my goodness

How ironic, on trial for possession of some chronic

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My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet

Hey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit above me?

Are you perfect mothaf-cker, how you finna judge me?

When you home you don't cuss, drink and puff like us

These cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff

They hate they jobs and they days be f-cked up like us

At the end of the day, you n-ggas just like us

I just can't take this shit anymore

I just might lose control

I feel like letting it go

Please just leave me alone

I need to be left alone

And if I'm wrong

Than let me be wrong

Just leave me alone