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Correct Paranoid From The Bikie Weed Lyrics
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Correct Paranoid From The Bikie Weed
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[Intro: Allday] Yeah, I'm paranoid all the [Verse 1: Allday] Fuck all the mixxy flows, really though I wanna talk, not just send each other videos Back in '04, spitting raps in a flip phone To an anti-fashion icon, the kid grown Vogue mags on my coffee table To the grave via bad bitches from the cradle They used to talk shit but it wasn't fatal I'm still here, although I'm off the rails Like a phoenix, scenic route touring Winnebago I wish I could be around more but I’m the big dog Glenn Rob thinking 'bout all this When something happened, I would be in town for it Not anymore though Guess I got sick it, all started with mono I was friend zoned like Gordo Now I'm Peter North in a porno, bitch swallow, but In between we smoke weed and drink rum I rarely come home and never ring Mum And fuck, and you'd be mad while I'm tryna think up Excuses in a stupor when I couldn’t get my thing up All these feelings I can't bring up Is this real, are we a thing? Mystery sucks [Chorus: Allday] I'm paranoid from the bikie weed So high all the time Tell the fuckbois it's time to leave I'm so high all the damn time I'm paranoid from the bikie weed I'm so high, yeah Tell the fuckbois it's time to leave I'm so high, yeah, all the time [Verse 2: Allday] Girl, tell me how good I look And don’t ask me how long it took Or who I had to pull from the ladder rungs Just to find a gutter on the roof, man, I had enough All to be a legend like Bagger Vance Was the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air slash Blackwood once Tell me who's taken, what I need to add it up I don’t even check my bank, I just scan my card My treat, my treat, feel like the King of Oz, Sa’id, Sa’id I’m not even rich, I’m just happy I can eat without shoplifting Can’t stop thinking I'ma beep Consistent wolves all thinking I'ma sheep Girl talking to me wrong, start thinking I’ma leave Garrett, can’t kick the the fucking habit You don’t write your hooks and you're not much of a rapper Yeah, I was filling books, pages becoming tattered Reminiscing on days when nothing mattered Guess you walked under a ladder 'Cause you said I wouldn’t blow up I guess that was an error, I remember With your luck, ditch the Powerball games I’m keeping mental notes of these doubters' full names All the power obtained to my head, but in fairness Put myself on the list, all the weed got me nervous [Chorus: Allday] I'm paranoid from the bikie weed So high, all the time Tell the fuckbois it's time to leave I'm so high all the damn time I'm paranoid from the bikie weed I'm so high, yeah [Outro] All the damn time, all the damn time All the damn time, all the damn time All the damn time, all the damn time
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