Paranoid

Stressin bout some shit that ain't happen yet, it just don't make sense, goddamn
Stressin bout some shit that ain't happen yet, it just don't make sense, goddamn
Stressin bout some shit that don't exist yet
Pullin up wit kicks that I ain't even know exist yet
Pull up with the whip, yea, rollin down the tints, yea,
Pull up at the homie crib we cooking up a hit, yea

Independent mofucka and its gonna stay that way
No more lovey-dovey, buddy-buddy, boy just stay away
I been done with shaking hands and making plans, lets breakaway
Cloud above my head like everyday's another rainy day
Yea, then I pour myself a drink, please take my pain away
I don't even really wanna think, just wanna fade away
Everybody needs to stay the fuck away from me today
I don't even wanna have to motherfucking mediate

Stressin bout some shit that ain't happen yet, it just don't make sense, goddamn
Stressin bout some shit that ain't happen yet, it just don't make sense, goddamn

Who's behind the beats, who's behind the rhymes?
I don't even wanna know who writing those
Wait, damn I'm looking good, lemme strike a pose
"Eeny meeny miny mo"
Who's a liar, who's a hoe?
Who's a tiger, who's a pro?
Who's a vet, who's a rookie?
I'm gon' bet that you pussy who can't get it in
Said you shining but you lying, that shit pretty dim
I bet I'm gon' see some results, my patience running thin
Everybody's going dumb, everybody's got a reason
How does everybody know, how to fight away they demons?
I been putting up a fight but everyday I'm in my feelings
What if somethings going wrong and what if I can't stop the bleeding?
Yea I'm stuck between the sun and a dark place
Swimming in a shark tank, I miss it watching Moms paint
Busy and i'm stressin out, bugging out about a doubt I had about a week ago
I need to know if I can really go to you, I'm reaching out
I stretch my hand, should never have to beg a friend to help me out or teach me some
I see you son
I see you son, hold up, lemme free you son
Need someone to tell you no, you just ain't know you needed one

Stressin bout some shit that ain't happen yet, it just don't make sense, goddamn
Stressin bout some shit that ain't happen yet, it just don't make sense, goddamn
Stressin bout some shit that don't exist yet
Hoppin out of whips that I ain't even know exist yet
Pull up at the crib, yea, rollin down the tints, yea
Hop up at the homie crib we cooking up these hits, yea