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letra de paranoia - fidi (producer)

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[verse 1: santos santana]
you tryna run
(yea) f-ck
from the plug
(yea) f-ck
test yo luck, with the .40
better duck
(yea f-ck)
i’m on h
(yea) f-ck
i’m on e
(yea) f-ck
got my gun, feeling sick
let it sneeze
hop out the german benz (yea)
full on load, let it burst on ’em
and the stick won’t jam
carbon grip, wish the worst on ’em (yea)
i want beef go ham
stack on stack cocaine, okay (yea)
and my skin still itch
still on purple pain, okay (okay)

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[verse 2: gullyspit]
all these drugs recruiting me
they been abusing me
jimmy started shooting
paranoia, he accusing me
losing all your money
now you get to looting
on that sn-tch and grab
violence my achilles
this no story like the iliad
in my room computing running plays on
how to get a bag
no delusions, but the vision muddy
blame the pills and tabs
they release rats
so they can get returns on they investments
run around the city
searching out new co-defendants
it’s depressing (f-ck)
y’all watch the plot but miss the message
my intention
is to get under yo skin like an injection
this the epidemic
flight is in yo nature
it’s genetic
luck ain’t on yo side
you ain’t really that athletic when you–
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[verse 3: ocyris]
so-sold my soul, don’t need it, uh
e-evil has defeated, uh
co-cold heart, got no feelings
too weak to hold back these demons, f-ck
i’m caged in a black hole
nowhere i can go
light up a candle
should stage my own death
so just let the blanks blow
light up my d-mn dome
but i still can’t see the light
constantly sink deeper inside
my eyes grow darker than the night
from myself i can not hide
f-ck it!
embrace my sicker side
i don’t fear no reaper’s scythe
grow a f-ckin’ army of stingers
i should just be called the beekeeper, right?

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- fidi producer

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