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derek raps – paranoid lyrics

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[chorus]

i been paranoid i ain’t gonna be the greatest, greatest, greatest
i been facin fears let me make it clear i’m sayin, sayin, sayin
man i don’t give a f-ck bout you, what you say, stay the f-ck out my way
i don’t give a f-ck bout you, who you know, what you do, who you blow
i don’t give a f-ck bout you, what you tweet, who you meet, what you preach
i don’t give a f-ck bout you
i’m here for the fam and the fans and the bands and the bands and the bands

[verse 1]
facin fears with no destination
gotta find yourself to manifest the payments
tell me why you lackin the p-ssion, tell me why you any f-ckin different than the last one
mountain or a cliff b-tch its all perspective, it’ll push you off if you f-ckin let it
how i start the climb, song after song after rhyme after rhyme for like 5 years
5 years how i got here
no planning to stop it that option is lost
its my conscious its m-ssive the address to grab is mac
i’m some sort of addict my brain is mathematics you square
you don’t have the vision you switchin your mission to fit with your b-tches you don’t have a prayer
stop spewing your bullsh-t and save us the air
you wonder why, no matter how hard you try
to push out your promo, your tweets or your photos
n-body seems to f-cking care, your whole life is a front, b-tch

[chorus]

[verse 2]

here’s a suggestion
stay the f-ck out my dm’s you don’t get the message
yeah b-tch i mean it
i ain’t collabin your whole catalog is prefixed with remix
learn you a lesson
make some original content
comin at me with ‘help me along’ sh-t
this is some nonsense, you are obnoxious
you the type of dude to hit on a girl she turn you around you say that she not sh-t
f-ck is you on b-tch, you make me nauseous
i ain’t even got that many fans
but you listen and you know what is comin, bandz
walk in with me i’m the f-ckin man
i should probably be the f-ckin mayor
honestly think that i f-ckin can
before all my o’s come the rk
who give a f-ck what you gotta say
you workin to sell sh-t on beatstars
i’m workin to sell out the barclays, oh yeah



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