Lyrics Paranoia - 1800caleb

So I'm riding riding riding riding riding riding with my shooters
Wish I was a kid again, riding on my scooter
Step into my world, paranoia gon go thru ya
Step into my world paranoia gon go thru ya
So I'm riding riding riding riding riding riding with my shooters
Wish I was a kid again, riding on my scooter
Step into my world, paranoia gon go thru ya
Step into my world paranoia gon go thru ya

This is more than what I'm used to
I speak for what I've been through
I spread pain man everywhere that I go
My tears come in different ways
My friends come with each phase
They in school with all A's
While others prolly toss grenades
Shit I'm just being honest
Stand tall when I preach
So my name was Giannis
I can't see myself in a office
I see myself being godless
See myself being cautious
Gotta thing for cracking under pressure
I got a vest now don't let me press ya
Bullets can't touch man what I feel
Pain been hard for me to conceal
Most rappers sign they life away for one full course meal
Me I'm trynna sign for some lobster and 400 meals
Sticking to the script rapping bout money and pills
Me I rap about anything I fucking feel
That's why I never drop
It's hard for me to drop knowing I could never pop

So I'm riding riding riding riding riding riding with my shooters
Wish I was a kid again, riding on my scooter
Step into my world, paranoia gon go thru ya
Step into my world paranoia gon go thru ya
So I'm riding riding riding riding riding riding with my shooters
Wish I was a kid again, riding on my scooter
Step into my world, paranoia gon go thru ya
Step into my world paranoia gon go thru ya

What I've learned from my past
Is that nice guys finish last
The best people come and go
And hoes will want to stay forever
Niggas want to fuck whoever
We mad at the oppressors
I think about it daily
Looking for my verbal suppressor
It's like a clingy couple
Me and those stay together
Shh, when I speak
Backup when I tweak
Cause I will swing first
Been a fighter since disease at birth
Momma praying for my spirit tho I don't belong in church
PTSD but ima still make it work
Scraps on my knees
But ima still put in work
So I'm leaning over to my left and right uh
I think I'm overworked
I think I'm overworked
Oh Shit, Nigga
Oh Shit, Nigga
Pistols grab and then I scram
No gun in my hand
He cocked the gun back
And I'm hoping it jam
He pulled the trigger
And said damn Caleb I hope you understand