| I’ve been riding around with my blunt on my lips
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| With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
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| Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
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| But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
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| I’ve been riding around with my blunt on my lips
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| With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
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| Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
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| But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
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| Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don’t stay for good, watch
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| Somebody’ll steal daddy’s Rollie, call it the neighborhood watch
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| Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch
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| Captain Save-a-Hood, hood savior, baby boy
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| Still getting ID’d for Swishers (Mama still wash my clothes)
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| Still with the Save Money militia (I'ma still watch my bros)
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| Trapped in the middle of the map
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| With a little-bitty rock and a little bit of rap
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| That, with a literary knack
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| And a little shitty Mac, and like literally jack
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| I’ve been riding around with my blunt on my lips
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| With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
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| Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
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| But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
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| I’ve been riding around with my blunt on my lips
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| With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
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| Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
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| But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
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| They murking kids, they murder kids here
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| Why you think they don’t talk about it? |
| They deserted us here
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| Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at?
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| Somebody get Katie Couric in here
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| Probably scared of all the refugees
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| Look like we had a fuckin' hurricane here
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| They’ll be shooting whether it’s dark or not
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| I mean, the days is pretty dark a lot
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| Down here, it’s easier to find a gun
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| Than it is to find a fucking parking spot
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| No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position
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| 'Cause they’ve never been in our position
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| Getting violations from the nation, correlating, you dry snitchin'
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| I’ve been riding around with my blunt on my lips
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| With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
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| Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
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| But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
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| I’ve been riding around with my blunt on my lips
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| With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
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| Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
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| But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
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| I know you scared
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| You should ask us if we scared too
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| I know you scared
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| Me too
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| I know you scared
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| You should ask us if we scared too
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| If you was there
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| Then we’d just knew you cared too
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| It just got warm out, this the shit I’ve been warned 'bout
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| I hope that it storm in the mornin', I hope that it’s pourin' out
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| I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks
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| And I ponder what’s worse
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| Between knowing it’s over and dyin' first
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| 'Cause everybody dies in the summer
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| Wanna say your goodbyes, tell them while it’s spring
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| I heard everybody’s dying in the summer
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| So pray to God for a little more spring
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| I know you scared
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| You should ask us if we scared too
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| If you was there
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| Then we’d just knew you cared too |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paranoia , by - Chance The Rapper. Song from the album Acid Rap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп