Paranoia

Bust down
In coma cause im too cold
Right now
Couple bands on a new coat
Homies hit me up
Cause i got that cash flow
God damn
I be feelin like an asshole
Bust down
In coma cause im too cold
Right now
Couple bands on a new coat
Homies hit me up
Cause i got that cash flow
God damn
I be feelin like an asshole
I be sitting all alone on the bleachers
Run away from my problems think my knees hurt
My mind be in circles cause i'm stressin’
Bullet to my head
From a Smith and Wesson
Fuck all the fakes
Dont know who to trust
All my friends come and go
Leave me in the dust
Make that money
Then i spend it in a day
Making beats in my bedroom where i stay
I, dont, know, what
To do with my fucking life
Yeah
My, time, is, near
Pierce my chest with a fucking knife
Damn
Always wondered what its like in the future
Sometimes wish i froze time like a picture
I, just, hate, that
My life is a fucking mess
Yeah