Paranoia
Is she drop dead gorgeous?
I think I'm getting old
Probably the paranoia
If stories could be sold
I'd be a believer
I don't wanna sell my soul
Thought we were important
Guess we lost all our control
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
Yeah, I can be the coldest
I'm sick of being broke
If I ever lose focus
Don't know where I will go
It was nice to see ya
Tell me if you feel the same
Are you still a believer?
I wouldn't even blame you
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
I think these people are out to get me
They're trying to test me
I live in my head so don't try and address me
Quit tryna finnesse me
I know they're plotting against me
Look at them hating, watch how they envy
Man, I think the devil is trying to tempt me
He tryna possess me
I feel like I'm stuck in my head
Can't sleep at night so I'm up in my bed
Delusional thoughts, I'm thinking all sorts
That's why I self-medicate just to forget
But yet my brain just doesn't let me
So I'm riddled with anxiety
All my fears get amplified
But maybe I'm just paranoid (And it's like)
Paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
I think I'm getting old
Probably the paranoia
If stories could be sold
I'd be a believer
I don't wanna sell my soul
Thought we were important
Guess we lost all our control
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
Yeah, I can be the coldest
I'm sick of being broke
If I ever lose focus
Don't know where I will go
It was nice to see ya
Tell me if you feel the same
Are you still a believer?
I wouldn't even blame you
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
I think these people are out to get me
They're trying to test me
I live in my head so don't try and address me
Quit tryna finnesse me
I know they're plotting against me
Look at them hating, watch how they envy
Man, I think the devil is trying to tempt me
He tryna possess me
I feel like I'm stuck in my head
Can't sleep at night so I'm up in my bed
Delusional thoughts, I'm thinking all sorts
That's why I self-medicate just to forget
But yet my brain just doesn't let me
So I'm riddled with anxiety
All my fears get amplified
But maybe I'm just paranoid (And it's like)
Paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
And it's like paranoia, paranoia
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Writer(s): Jacqueline Cummings, Aaron Hutson
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