Lyrics Paranoid - Point North

Paranoid

Never know when someone come and try to take my life
I’ve been sleepin' with the .45 like every night
In the whip I pray to God I don’t see flashin' lights
God damn, they right behind me
And I wake up everyday
I wake up everyday with this anxiety
And they know where I stay
Got «Malone» on my plates
And they followin' me
Two hundred bands in the floor of kitchen
A little more up in the walls and the ceiling
Even family and friends started switchin'
Ever since I got that check, seen 'em itchin'
Eyes open, I see you, I’m watchin' you
More people wanna be you, don’t trust no one
Tell me why I can’t get no relief (I can’t get no sleep)
Wonderin' when they’ll come for me
A paranoid man makes paranoid plans
I’ll do what I can but it’s out of my hands
Struggling just to find my peace
Sometimes feel like I got no friends
Can’t trust a soul, like I’m Snowden
Right by the bed, keep it loaded
Lord have mercy if they broke in
I don’t ever sleep, yeah, I’m wide awake
If you try to pull up to my place
Beam is gonna hit you a mile away
I promise, one of us gonna die today
Helicopters in the sky
No, he can’t escape the eyes
Politicians and the lie
Tell me, what’s the point in pickin' sides?
Tell me why I can’t get no relief (I can’t get no sleep)
Wonderin' when they’ll come for me
A paranoid man makes paranoid plans
I’ll do what I can but it’s out of my hands
Struggling just to find my peace
You probably think that you are better now, better now
You only say that 'cause I’m not around, not around
You know I never meant to let you down, let you down
Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything
Oh, I fall apart
Down to my core
But I’m better now, better now
I only say that 'cause you’re not around, not around
Tell me why I can’t get no relief (I can’t get no sleep)
Wonderin' when they’ll come for me
A paranoid man makes paranoid plans
I’ll do what I can but it’s out of my hands
Struggling just to find my peace
Tell me why I can’t get no relief (I can’t get no sleep)
Wonderin' when they’ll come for me
A paranoid man makes paranoid plans
I’ll do what I can but it’s out of my hands
Struggling just to find my peace
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plottin' on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s S.W.A.T., you thot
Twenty thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot
Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want