| Sirens wail and lights start to dance
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| I try to act normal but i’m shittin' my pants
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| Walking faster, look over my shoulder
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| It’s calming down now, the trails getting colder
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| Turn a corner, I’m in for a shock
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| I stared at a copper and now our eyes lock
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| Time stands still, fuck me does he know
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| About the pills, the acid, the speed and the blow
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| Stuffed in my pockets, my hat and my shoes
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| Should have got a taxi but i can’t stand the queues
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| He looks away, breathe a sigh of relief
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| Situations like this are nothing but grief
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| The police are over there
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| I tried to hide my vacant stare
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| Eggsy
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| Two cones burn bright from the bong
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| Sampled the mix, walking home like a moron
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| Fear follows in a line behind
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| Fills my mind, makes my sences go blind
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| I hear footsteps followed by a diesel van
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| See the blue lights being followed by the man
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| It’s getting late and i’m packin' the draw
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| Do i tell them last i lost my dog like twice before
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| It won’t work, i’ll say my gran just died
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| Failing that, i’ll say i’m looking for a cab ride
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| My brain is racing and my legs turn to wood
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| If the police see my eyes, they’ll see i’ve been up to no good
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| My mind tripping through the paranoid zone
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| I should have fucked it all off and called a pizza from home
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| The police are over there (and your doing illegals, your doing illegals)
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| I tried to hide my vacant stare (they're watching you)
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| Mike
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| Like a neon racer, speeding down the street
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| I needs a fuckin' spliff, i’d better be discreet
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| Skinnin' up on Newport bridge, am i out of my mind?
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| I looks in the mirror, the police are behind
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| Got a pocket full of pills and a glove box full of Mary-jane
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| I know — i’ll lose 'em in the bus lane
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| Taxi in the way, i’ll never get past
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| Those fuckin' copper cars are well fuckin fast
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| I’ve only got a shitty Vauxhall nova
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| I’ll never give up, I’ll never pull over
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| Avoiding eye contact, i weaves in and out
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| Nearly caused a pile up at the fuckin roundabout
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| Blue lights are flashing, here we fuckin go
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| I’m smoking up a spliff and my car stinks of blow
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| Then he sped past me and drove away
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| So i drove 'round slow for the rest of the day
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| The police are over there (and your doing illegals, your doing illegals)
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| I tried to hide my vacant stare (they're watching you)
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| Adam
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| Flashing blue lights, reading my rights
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| Drama, smokin' marijuana makes me fuckin calmer
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| Charlie tango alpha, i’m paranoid
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| I’m shittin' myself but it ain’t fuckin heameroids
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| Outside my house its an unmarked car
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| I ain’t going down so piss you wanker
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| Oh no, hang on, its Two-way Bob
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| With his new boyfriend, giving him a hand job
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| He starts to sweat, his hands on his chopper
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| Roll another fat one and he ain’t a fuckin copper
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| I got paranoid with my herbal cigs
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| And when i goes out i wear dark glasses and wigs
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| 2hats
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| Eyes are watching me everywhere
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| I can’t see them, but i can feel their stare
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| Got to hold on tight when i see the police
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| Don’t want an *ughh* unexpected release
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| The police are over there (and your doing illegals, your doing illegals)
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| I tried to hide my vacant stare (they're watching you)
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| The police are over there (and your doing illegals, your doing illegals)
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| I tried to hide my vacant stare (they're watching you)
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| CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paranoia, artist - Goldie Lookin Chain. Album song Safe as Fu*k, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп