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letra de paranoid - billy burbage

[verse 1]
move to the city, we grew up together
i had to go get it
me? i had options, i wanted to risk it
jumped on a plane, and i got it together
made me a tape that can make my forever
i stand in silence, but they get the message
i’m off a d’ussé, that’s nothing to mess with
swerving the mountains, my four runner good
hotbox that b-tch ’til it come out the hood
back at the party, i’m balling all over
ex-girl, she told me she wish i was sober
me? i like liquor, it give me more closure
the girl right beside me, just crushed her a xan
vacuum it up, she don’t need her no man
kidneys are hurting, i start to get dizzy
maybe not waking up, i hope they miss me

[chorus]
all these drugs around me make me paranoid (paranoid)
all these drugs around me make me paranoid (paranoid)
purple tablets hidden in her corduroys (corduroys)
all these drugs around me make me paranoid (paranoid)

all these drugs around me make me paranoid (paranoid)
purple tablets hidden in her corduroys (corduroys)
all these drugs around me make me paranoid (paranoid)
all these drugs around me make me paranoid (paranoid)

[verse 2]
haven’t slept in like 3 days
i blew my drugs in like 3 ways
addy balance with the green haze
i gotta look around, they wanna take my life
a thousand hours of these summer nights
it’s not who did it first, it’s who did it right
off balance, my vision blurred
can’t talk, my voice is slurred
this is past my climax and
i don’t where i should stop at
on the floor, might p-ss out
party girls all xaned out
i’m not drinking sh-t that was p-ssed out
people tryna take my cash now
my nerves bad, i spaz out
been three nights with no sleep
nine hours and i didn’t eat
people p-ssed they didn’t get a feat
“d-mn, will. your sh-t is getting’ weak”
boy i just started, boy i been a beast
my hear is racing, and i look around me
a thousand people all up in the crowd
who are you? and why are you in my house? (f-ck)
in the bathroom, they c0ked out
bottle service, only kind i have
lost my phone, and i don’t want it back
people on it always gettin’ mad
might have to bail time to pack they bags
too many lies in this house of sin
too many people let that bullsh-t in
time to leave the city that i met you in
f-ck the fake sh-t, i just want real friends

- billy burbage

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