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Paranoid
415
Hip-Hop/Rap
Paranoid was released on April 18, 2005 by Anti/Epitaph as a part of the album Mindstate
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Release DateApril 18, 2005
LabelAnti/Epitaph
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM122

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pete Philly & Perquisite
Pete Philly & Perquisite
Performer
Pete Philly
Pete Philly
Performer
Perquisite
Perquisite
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
P. L. Perquin
P. L. Perquin
Composer
P.P. Monzón
P.P. Monzón
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P. L. Perquin
P. L. Perquin
Producer

Lyrics

Waking up in the morning
Sweat, you bet feel regret
Clock is set but I still got hours left
Now it's five o'clock, I'm taking panic breaths
Paranoid thoughts fiending for a hit of the meth
Settling for caffeine
Had another nightmare, had another bad dream
I roll through the scene
Not rolling in green
Yet I feel eyes stinging in my back; envy
People out to get me whether it be in the industry or in the big city
It's like wherever I go, people acting as if they know me but they don't
So is it me or is they thinking I'm wack?
Is it me that they see or is it my act?
Is it G's that I need to go and stack?
Is it pleasing and smiling to react?
To the teasing they do with a new contract?
All I see is fake smiling men in black
Acting like they my friends like dudes in an act
Matter of fact; I'm about to crack!
Break glass, quick fast
This lack of cash got me making these rash decisions
Looking passed my mission
Paranoid thought blurring my vision
As I'm sitting in front of the television I won't fail to bite a nail
As I'm waiting to exhale
Like when my landlord tries to call me
I throw away the phone and reject the call
See, probably one time too many
That I had to pay my rent but I didn't have any
Pesos or cashflow I lace flows on the daily, but it don't pay a penny
Paranoid thoughts be consuming me
Leaving no room to see myself as anything other then a doomed MC
So maybe I'm a doomed MC
Or maybe ...
Snakes in the grass, they on my ass
Don't know who they are cause they're moving fast
So many cats that be on my dick it makes me sick
Think they can take my cash quick
Paranoid as fuck
They be looking at Pete Philly like they starstruck
Do they know me, wanna know me?
Wanna throw me a pound like they my homie?
Nah, they ant geting nada
Talking don dada yadayada wearing they pradas
Nah, I'll keep my distance
It's the business
It's this crazy existence
How weird it feels; the chills through my spine
I just need to unwind
Yo, some say I'm schizophrenic
Some say I'm manic depressive (panic)
All I can say is they been stalking me ever since I was an adolescent
Now between you and me
All that I can see is all these eyes following me
Now they're coming for me
Now they're gunning for me
Now I'm one running MC!
Written by: P. L. Perquin, P.P. Monzón
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