Paranoia

Lyric's: Seems I came to my sense. After everyone witnessed. Me losing my freaking mind while inside of my own feelings. How could I stand defeated, my life had shattered to pieces, despite me tryna retrieve it, my light was dim as a boxer whose odds of winning depleted. Someone hold me I'm bleeding, emotions soaking my sleeves in. I've fallen close to the cement. So sick of whining and grieving. I'm chocking my inner demons. In hope I keep them from breathing. Then burn their body in leave it! Guessing like Donald Trump. There was no love lost. Viewed, vicious, vermicious that could break your jaw. I'm tough as an immigrant that can break through walls. And known for shipping supplies like a great U-Haul. So you get it? No do you get it? My confidence by the minute, is gonna grow till it's vivid to overshadow the nature that left me so shy an timid. Reclusive and inattentive. I'm Focused no Ford I mention, now hold it don't get defensive. My competition is tired I told them to let their head rest. Strap em down in my car as I lay em down on the headrest. She's only sucking the tip? I think I rather get headless. Tell her to knock it off and let the tip of my head rest. I'm lifting my own morale, it's to my hip like I deadlift. I'm tryna to shake depression before it leaves me on bed rest. I feel you creeping up. Turn around, your gone in seconds. I know that your coming for me, the shackles to block my essence. Gonna find you (2x) I thought I was really done. Know, none of this crap was fun. I hear a shot from a pistol, like track runners I run. (2x) I know I've been down and out. I really thought it was over. Every month was a struggle, I felt the world on my shoulders. Facing a heart break, unlucky despite my clover. But now like Childish Gambino, I guess I'm finally sober. I thought I was really done. Know, none of this crap was fun. I hear a shot from a pistol, like track runners I run. (2x) I know I've been down and out. I really thought it was over. Every month was a struggle, I felt the world on my shoulders. Facing a heart break, unlucky despite my clover. But now like Childish Gambino, I guess I'm finally sober!