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letra de paralysis dreamin - hooda da shoota

[intro]
hooda da shoota ! skrt skrt

[chorus ]
gotta move smarter now i got a son /
even tho i just caught a lil case im out on bond , n-gga im bout to run/
hopefully it’s 12 that catch me wit outta gun/
and not some sh-t i did in my past 1 day coming bacc to haunt me /
i know im still fighting demons
at night i hear screaming /
but it’s all in my head
im stucc paralysis dreamin /
feel like someone in my bed wit me
my mama nem scared for me /
if they into religion
they better keep prayin for me . (yeaaa)

[verse 1]
tell me what ya know about that
i can not sleep on my back/
feel like someone on top of me but it’s no one there after that i be clutchin my strap/
that be the main reason idont get no rest
i just clutch my tech do perimeter checks/
iaint gone cap sometimes i be scared to sleep feel like somebody sittin on my chest/
paranoid .. whoever coming to get me they tryna get me in my sleep/
ithink the devil want my souuuul , but he better know i won’t sell it for cheap/
can’t n0body really come to my crib cus they don’t even need to know where i be/
i let my barber come over to cut my hair and even then kept it under the seat/
i don’t trust, n0body for sh-t, i just bought a 30 round clip/
let one of my fake ass potnas try that sh-t , ketchup french fry his sh-t/
that’s why my circle so small that it look like a decimal /
just cus i do a song with u that don’t mean that we close we gone keep it professional/
im too pressure these n-ggas be regular /
im exotic these n-ggas be reginald
give a f-ck bout the laws or the federal
give a f-ck bout a friend they gone tell on you
buying weapons im tryna have several /
people telling me i need to go to church
guess i gotta put it on my schedule/
cus when u living foul (technical) heard the devil gone try and come step to you /
[chorus ]
gotta move smarter now i got a son /
even tho i just caught a lil case im out on bond , n-gga im bout to run/
hopefully it’s 12 that catch me wit outta gun/
and not some sh-t i did in my past 1 day coming bacc to haunt me /
i know im still fighting demons
at night i hear screaming /
but it’s all in my head
im stucc paralysis dreamin /
feel like someone in my bed wit me
my mama nem scared for me /
if they into religion
they better keep prayin for me . (yeaaa)

[verse 2]
tell me what you know about that
i can not sleep on my bacc/
feel like someone on top of me but it’s no one there after that i be clutching my strap/
go to sleep iwake up and be paralyzed
i can’t move i can’t talk i be terrified/
you don’t get it my life’s being jeopardized
how am i gone shoot something that never dies/
soon as it let me move i be clutchin iron
fucc around shoot some sh-t up like columbine/
traumatized i be sweating like summer time
bottom line i done told you a thousand times/
whatever it is that’s tryna get me while im sleep is the reason im up 7 days of the week /
still in the field wit some cleets
spin on his blocc all you hear is shots and tires screaching/
they say im tweakin naaaa it’s paranoiaaaaa (okay maybe im paranoid) /
if 12 try to rap my phone it’s wrapped in aluminum foil/
demons on me when i sleep at night so i sip that ooooooil/
if they want my soul then they gone have to wait til im in the soil/
gotta make smarter moves (oooh!)
n-ggas acting like garden tools (hoes!)/
cut em off , barber school
step back james harden move (woah!)
i be talking to the man in the mirror like name another n-gga as hard as youuuu/
put em in front of me , ima just give you a summery ..barbecue (smoked!)/
[chorus ]
smarter now , i got a son
even tho i just caught a lil case im out on bond, n-gga im bout to run/
ima convicted felon i ain’t even supposed to have no gun/
but i slide wit a sticc cus i rather get caught with it than without 1/ (b-tch ! … on cripppp !)
i know im still fighting demons
at night i hear screaming /
but it’s all in my head
im stucc paralysis dreamin /
feel like someone in my bed wit me
my mama nem scared for me /
if they into religion
they better keep prayin for me . (yeaaa)

[verse 3 ]
i remember them days i would feel like a slave , working minimum wage /
but that was a typical day for a n-gga that’s unattached to his criminal ways /
i was a product of my environment
fucc a job ima rob cus the streets are hiring /
and the plug be taxin like he the irs
so i guess that’s who im robbing next/
draw the pistol like an artist drawing sketch
im really a demon in the artist flesh/
interrogate your family your daughter next
she just gotta tell us where her father at/
you are looking at a jacker
aggravated kidnapper/
then i turned into rapper
years after , i try to sleep i hear laughter i need to talk to a pastor/
i need to talk to somebody my life a disaster/
only way i be coping wit all of my problems
cus im on that grass like a tractor/
and im on yo ass like a zipper when you accidentally put yo pants on backwards/
i don’t trust n0body literally every week i be changin my password
paranoia be gettin on my last nerve /
i should ride with a shottt but i got a 9 on my side extra clip on my dashboard/
and if 12 get behind me no lying im flying you would think my car had a pass port /

- hooda da shoota

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