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Goldie Lookin Chain

Paranoia

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Paranoia was released on September 19, 2005 by 1983 Records as a part of the album Safe as Fu*k

Song Details

AlbumSafe as Fu*k

Release DateSeptember 19, 2005

Label1983 Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM101

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Goldie Lookin Chain

Goldie Lookin Chain

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Howard Blake

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

P Xain

Producer

Lyrics

Sirens wail and lights start to dance

I try to act normal but i'm shittin' my pants

Walking faster, look over my shoulder

It's calming down now, the trails getting colder

Turn a corner, I'm in for a shock

I stared at a copper and now our eyes lock

Time stands still, fuck me does he know

About the pills, the acid, the speed and the blow

Stuffed in my pockets, my hat and my shoes

Should have got a taxi but i can't stand the queues

He looks away, breathe a sigh of relief

Situations like this are nothing but grief

The police are over there

I tried to hide my vacant stare

Two cones burn bright from the bong

Sampled the mix, walking home like a moron

Fear follows in a line behind

Fills my mind, makes my sences go blind

I hear footsteps followed by a diesel van

See the blue lights being followed by the man

It's getting late and i'm packin' the draw

Do i tell them last i lost my dog like twice before

It won't work, i'll say my gran just died

Failing that, i'll say i'm looking for a cab ride

My brain is racing and my legs turn to wood

If the police see my eyes, they'll see i've been up to no good

My mind tripping through the paranoid zone

I should have fucked it all off and called a pizza from home

The police are over there (and your doing illegals, your doing illegals)

I tried to hide my vacant stare (they're watching you)

Like a neon racer, speeding down the street

I needs a fuckin' spliff, i'd better be discreet

Skinnin' up on Newport bridge, am i out of my mind?

I looks in the mirror, the police are behind

Got a pocket full of pills and a glove box full of Mary-jane

I know - i'll lose 'em in the bus lane

Taxi in the way, i'll never get past

Those fuckin' copper cars are well fuckin fast

I've only got a shitty Vauxhall nova

I'll never give up, I'll never pull over

Avoiding eye contact, i weaves in and out

Nearly caused a pile up at the fuckin roundabout

Blue lights are flashing, here we fuckin go

I'm smoking up a spliff and my car stinks of blow

Then he sped past me and drove away

So i drove 'round slow for the rest of the day

The police are over there (and your doing illegals, your doing illegals)

I tried to hide my vacant stare (they're watching you)

Flashing blue lights, reading my rights

Drama, smokin' marijuana makes me fuckin calmer

Charlie tango alpha, i'm paranoid

I'm shittin' myself but it ain't fuckin hemorrhoids

Outside my house its an unmarked car

I ain't going down so piss you wanker

Oh no, hang on, its Two-way Bob

With his new boyfriend, giving him a hand job

He starts to sweat, his hands on his chopper

Roll another fat one and he ain't a fuckin copper

I got paranoid with my herbal cigs

And when i goes out i wear dark glasses and wigs

Eyes are watching me everywhere

I can't see them, but i can feel their stare

Got to hold on tight when i see the police

Don't want an *ughh* unexpected release

The police are over there (and you're doing illegals, you're doing illegals)

I tried to hide my vacant stare (they're watching you)

The police are over there (and you're doing illegals, you're doing illegals)

I tried to hide my vacant stare (they're watching you)

CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV

Written by: Goldie Lookin Chain, Howard Blake

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