Michael Christmas - Paranoid | Текст песни

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• Michael Christmas
• Paranoid

(Chorus)
Paranoid for no reason, see the bad chick coming
I don’t like going outside, friends say it’s always something
What could it be? Could it just be me?
Can I make a couple mil? And not be seen?
Paranoid for no reason, see the bad chick coming
I don’t like going outside, friends say it’s always something
What could it be? Could it just be me?
Can I make a couple mil? And not be seen?

(Verse 1)
Don’t look at me, I’m not your captain
I’m just a rapper rapping, closet chronic, fapafanic
Speakers jumping, jibber jabbing, drink too much, my liver lacking
Well how can I ever wish to survive if I can’t get to sleep and the liquor store’s dry?
Easy, staying inside, watch who’s new til I’m done with empire
All of my ni**as work harder than hard, ain’t slept in 2 days and none of them tired
But lately I think I’m a gloraphobic, might new some sleep or some more arobics
In the shower wearing these Aviators, playing all young dro hits cause I’m not focused
But that be the time when I write my best, then I call my best friend cause I’m depressed
And he depressed but we the best like DJ Khaled back in 06
Before the major key, I lazer lee, watch on MTV I rap like Sid cause
Accept defeat, never that, never had it if you lost it, you was acting
A medal don’t make you a hero my ni**a, just look at Kurt Angle
And your Instagram just a celebrity flag and his s**t starts banging
See the outside world, minus Xbox man, this shit is unfaithful
So don’t call me talking bout let’s do something, I’mma say no….no rainbow

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Man the world’s so creepy, I’m the only ni**a that’s awake right now
Why the world so sleepy? Why they let these kids do these…prom proposals?
Ni**as don’t got classes, why you standing so close? There’s a chair right there
Ni**as don’t got asses, when I’m at the strip club, 200 on the dance
Thinking she might like me, I was wrong but I told shawty I would put her ass in a song
What the f**k was her name? God damn it man, what the f**k was her name?
Britney, Brenda, Mona, Candy, something, told her I don’t leave the crib for nothing
Groundhog day every day Bill Murray cause I’m in the same fit and my face still furry
And this s**t mundane and this s**t get boring, so I take long breaks on these real big tours
And come back to the spot and kick my shoes off, stay up, those socks in the hamper, lay up, Kobe
Most calm ni**as never ball, Ginobli, 30 points make it look lazy, Duncan
If you like me you be at the function, play this song while you roll up something
I’m paranoid for no reason cause white folks don’t use no seasoning
Cause Cat Williams done went crazy, and dark man still be fiending
So what could it be? Maybe everything’s fine and it’s all in my mind
But until they prove it, kiss my behind, now I’m going back to do 2K online

(Repeat Chorus)

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