Paranoia

Lyrics

[Intro: trials & Sesta] Your favourite rapper checks into hotels I love the smell of paranoia in the morning And sleeps with his sheets tucked in It's fuckin' disgusting I love the smell of paranoia [Verse 1: trials] Yeah I'm bet I'm void of many things Heaven-sent in disappointin' friends (Yep) Time spent avoidin' them If you cannot beat 'em, go and join a gym Power's in my hands like I'm Iron Man Quetzalcoatl type of plan, empty bottle, Vyvanse You decline when I advance, make 'em look for dryer land All I left behind was fertiliser and a whole entire diagram Bomb pillars in your village, let it collapse Even when you think you sad, I think I'm better at that (Facts) All that product hyperbolic, I will break your fuckin' face before a promise Sayin' what they say is simply economics Even Steven, we all c'est la vie until that beat drop Your favourite producer suck my style when they beatbox (Ooh) I keep a lethal circle, ain't nobody fuckin' else I roll a bunch of purple, pass the thing right to myself Applause as I score the award for never showin' up What you gonna do now? Write me a poem, bruz? Rulin' my environment, I am like a Leviathan Their songs get played on a small violin Gods wanna make a mens, same shit, bigger lense What's another couple stabs in the back between friends? (Say what?) Same shit, bigger lense What's another couple stabs in the motherfuckin' back? I want more, more problems, more bodies in the freezer They record it all and make a copy for my demons [Chorus: Sesta] It's so exhausting I love the smell of paranoia in the morning [Verse 2: Sesta] Just a Couple of weird cunts, no one'll come near us Talk a lot of tough shit but nobody fear us On the veneer, just a bit of a queer, but I mean in that true sense, not that new sense Not that there's anything wrong with that butt Until you jam up somethin' so big it'll cramp up It'll make a cripple stand up, plan was self-serve my shit And make the bip noise when I scan stuff That's real fuckin' G shit (Hahaha) With a extra-large penish (What?) Yeah, chuck your mum a fuckin' feed dish, fill it up with Weet-bix A little bit of milk, then diss your daddy on the remix My demons is tryna reason with me But I am in agreement, they only preachin' to the choir So when I press fire even Iron Dome Prone to the flow, so most hopin' I don't, you little [Refrain: Sesta] Some call me scumbag, some call me cunt Some call me hombre, some call me bruh But I'm just a dumb fuck with trouble keepin' up And if I cannot compete, well, I give up [Chorus: Sesta] It's so exhausting I love the smell of paranoia in the morning [Verse 3: Seth Sentry] Ayy, I don't really know how to break the ice at parties, I just freeze it over Make it even colder, then try pretend I don't even know ya (Hello) Just put me in a pizza coma, a litre bottle of creamy soda Leave me alone, I'm livin' la vida loca Long as you're in your glasshouse, then I'ma be a stoner Catch wreck, greenin' out like a meaty ogre You're mediocre at best, so don't be messin' with this swamp shack's beefy owner unless you be Fiona I'll put you through the screen like a Wii controller, hope you bought a strap Before I snap (Yeah), I'll ring your neck before I call ya back (Hello?) I heard you got some new important rap I'm sure it's wack, I disappear into a flock of bats Satanist, Salem witch paganist Brain full of hatefulness, only hang with enablers (Do it) Flame-grillin' painkillers, pills labelled as dangerous Wavin' some staplers in the bank teller's face yellin' out, "Take me to where the paper is" I'm still dodgin' these stray bullets Saw this girl on Tinder like, "Now I know what an angel is" Told me she craves realness and faithfulness Came to the date lookin' like Shane Gillis with face fillers, haha My favourite dinner course is intercourse But I'ma finish mine before you finish yours I said I'm out here tryna meet my future wife I want a girl that's into pet play, so I can get desexed and euthanised [Refrain: Seth Sentry] Some call me scumbag, some call me cunt (What?) Some call me hombre, some call me bruh (Bruh) But I'm just a dumb fuck with trouble keepin' up (Yeah) And if I cannot compete, well, I give up (See ya) [Outro: Sesta] I love the smell of paranoia in the morning I love the smell of paranoia in the morning