| Hey, I don't want to tell you about my life
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| Don't wait for me, leave me, I'm in my city
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| Don't ask my opinion
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| I don't give a fuck, I'll stay aboard the ship
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| I expect the worst, I'm not going to say anything
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| And when I need to release my pain, I call the manager
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| Call Blasta, stall me for hours
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| (Call Blasta, stall me for hours)
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| I burn a cigarette in a Clio 2
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| To the blood of the vein, I can pass him a kil' or two
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| I will never take back your P2
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| I don't smoke behind a bitch who doesn't look you in the eye
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| Never as an inspirational dog
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| I fuck everything since I was fifteen years old
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| We drop everything, we go back to the pipe breaker
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| Paranoid, I look at the sky
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| Paranoid, I demand sorrel
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| Paranoid, I turn on one of those sons of bitches who spat on us the day before
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| Paranoid, I'm getting on this one
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| Paranoid, I pick up the casings
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| Paranoid, my brother is worried, stressed, rings, “Hello Ryad, where are you?”
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| I'm paranoid, paranoid
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| Well yeah, I'm paranoid
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| I'm going to get smoked by another
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| For you, I put people on my back
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| Oh, no no no no
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| Oh man, I'm paranoid
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| Hey your fucking mother
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| Me, I want to fuck everything this year
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| We tear your mother for a fucking salary
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| I didn't need your ce-for to settle down
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| We don't wait for you, we prefer to carve out
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| You get in the elevator, stuck on the stairs
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| You are respected, it seems
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| We are the survivors, the others have disappeared
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| You're going to get smoked at the end of your street
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| Your tongue is more dangerous than your sight
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| An integrated balaclava, history of rain-té
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| An unknown burst, go hop disappeared
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| Poto, you disappear
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| And it's the law of the street
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| You know your rights, if you see plenty of warnings
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| We don't see you again
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| I'm paranoid, paranoid
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| Well yeah, I'm paranoid
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| I'm going to get smoked by another
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| For you, I put people on my back
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| Oh, no no no no
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| Oh man, I'm paranoid
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| Third verse, I'm in the racing car
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| Don't do the schmeta, but hey be polite
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| I'm not in my madness
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| And if necessary to burst them, first which sends itself on a bed
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| Too many mugs, I got nothing to lose
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| You won't see me on the ground, screaming for help
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| I fuck everything and I go back home
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| You owed me coils, I want them in the week
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| I prefer that you talk to others
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| I plan to end my life on a yacht
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| you're not one of us
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| Fuck your mother and then go do it to others
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| Yeah, who's there to reveal me?
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| It's the beginning of the end, we fart on arrival
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| Paranoid, I look at the sky
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| Paranoid, I demand sorrel
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| Paranoid, I turn on one of those sons of bitches who spat on us the day before
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| Paranoid, I'm getting on this one
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| Paranoid, I pick up the casings
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| Paranoid, my brother is worried, stressed, rings, “Hello Ryad, where are you?”
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| I'm paranoid, paranoid
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| Well yeah, I'm paranoid
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| I'm going to get smoked by another
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| For you, I put people on my back
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| Oh, no no no no
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| Oh man, I'm paranoid |