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seth sentry - 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 f+ckin’ disgusting
i love the smell of paranoia

[verse 1: trials]
yeah
i’m bet i’m void of many things
heaven+sent in disappointing friends (yep)
time spent avoiding 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 them 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 f+ckin’ face before a promise
saying 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 n0body f+ckin’ else
i roll a bunch of purple, pass the thing right to myself
applause as i score the award for never showing up
what you gonna do now? write me a poem, bruz?
ruling my environment, i am like a leviathan
their songs get played on a small violin
gods wanna make a mens, same sh+t, bigger lense
what’s another couple stabs in the back between friends?
(say what?) same sh+t, bigger lense
what’s another couple stabs in the motherf+ckin’ 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 c+nts, no one’ll come near us
talk a lot of tough sh+t but n0body 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 b+tt
until you jam up something so big it’ll cramp up
it’ll make a cripple stand up, plan was self+serve my sh+t
and make the bip noise when i scan stuff
it’s real f+ckin’ g sh+t (hahaha)
with a extra+large p+n+sh (what?) yeah
chuck your mum a f+ckin’ feed dish, fill it up with weet+bix
a little bit of milk then diss your daddy on the remix
my demons is trying to reason with me, but i am in
agreement, they only preachin’ to the choir
so when i press fire even iron dome
pr+ne to the flow, so most hopin’ i don’t, you little

[refrain: sesta]
some call me scumbag, some call me c+nt
some call me hombre, some call me bruh
but i’m just a dumbf+ck with trouble keeping 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 (h+llo)
just put me in a pizza coma, a litre bottle of creamy soda
leave me alone, i’m living la vida loca
long as you’re in your glasshouse, then i’ma be a stoner
catch wreck, greening out like a meaty ogre
you’re mediocre at best, so don’t be messing 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
(h+llo?) 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+grilled paink!llers, pills labelled as dangerous
waving some staplers in the bank teller’s face yelling 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 looking like shane gillis with face fillers
dude, 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 des+xed and euthanised
[refrain: seth sentry]
some call me scumbag, some call me c+nt (what?)
some call me hombre, some call me bruh (bruh)
but i’m just a dumbf+ck with trouble keeping up (yeah)
and if i cannot compete, well, i give up (see ya)

- seth sentry lyrics

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