Lyrics Paranoia - Chance the Rapper , Nosaj Thing
I've
been
riding
around
with
my
blunt
on
my
lips
With
the
sun
in
my
eyes
and
my
gun
on
my
hip
Paranoia
on
my
mind,
got
my
mind
on
the
fritz
But
a
lot
of
niggas
dyin',
so
my
9 with
the
shits
I've
been
riding
around
with
my
blunt
on
my
lips
With
the
sun
in
my
eyes
and
my
gun
on
my
hip
Paranoia
on
my
mind,
got
my
mind
on
the
fritz
But
a
lot
of
niggas
dyin',
so
my
9 with
the
shits
(Ah!)
Move
to
the
neighborhood,
I
bet
they
don't
stay
for
good,
watch
Somebody'll
steal
daddy's
Rollie,
call
it
the
neighborhood
watch
Pray
for
a
safer
hood
when
my
paper
good,
watch
Captain
Save-a-Hood,
hood
savior,
baby
boy
Still
getting
ID'd
for
Swishers
(Mama
still
wash
my
clothes)
Still
with
the
Save
Money
militia
(I'ma
still
watch
my
bros)
Trapped
in
the
middle
of
the
map
With
a
little-bitty
rock
and
a
little
bit
of
rap
That,
with
a
literary
knack
And
a
little
shitty
Mac,
and
like
literally
jack
I've
been
riding
around
with
my
blunt
on
my
lips
With
the
sun
in
my
eyes
and
my
gun
on
my
hip
Paranoia
on
my
mind,
got
my
mind
on
the
fritz
But
a
lot
of
niggas
dyin',
so
my
9 with
the
shits
I've
been
riding
around
with
my
blunt
on
my
lips
With
the
sun
in
my
eyes
and
my
gun
on
my
hip
Paranoia
on
my
mind,
got
my
mind
on
the
fritz
But
a
lot
of
niggas
dyin',
so
my
9 with
the
shits
They
murking
kids,
they
murder
kids
here
Why
you
think
they
don't
talk
about
it?
They
deserted
us
here
Where
the
fuck
is
Matt
Lauer
at?
Somebody
get
Katie
Couric
in
here
Probably
scared
of
all
the
refugees
Look
like
we
had
a
fuckin'
hurricane
here
They'll
be
shooting
whether
it's
dark
or
not
I
mean,
the
days
is
pretty
dark
a
lot
Down
here,
it's
easier
to
find
a
gun
Than
it
is
to
find
a
fucking
parking
spot
No
love
for
the
opposition,
specifically
a
cop
position
'Cause
they've
never
been
in
our
position
Getting
violations
from
the
nation,
correlating,
you
dry
snitchin'
I've
been
riding
around
with
my
blunt
on
my
lips
With
the
sun
in
my
eyes
and
my
gun
on
my
hip
Paranoia
on
my
mind,
got
my
mind
on
the
fritz
But
a
lot
of
niggas
dyin',
so
my
9 with
the
shits
I've
been
riding
around
with
my
blunt
on
my
lips
With
the
sun
in
my
eyes
and
my
gun
on
my
hip
Paranoia
on
my
mind,
got
my
mind
on
the
fritz
But
a
lot
of
niggas
dyin',
so
my
9 with
the
shits
(Ah!)
I
know
you
scared
You
should
ask
us
if
we
scared
too
I
know
you
scared
Me
too
I
know
you
scared
You
should
ask
us
if
we
scared
too
If
you
was
there
Then
we'd
just
knew
you
cared
too
It
just
got
warm
out,
this
the
shit
I've
been
warned
'bout
I
hope
that
it
storm
in
the
mornin',
I
hope
that
it's
pourin'
out
I
hate
crowded
beaches,
I
hate
the
sound
of
fireworks
And
I
ponder
what's
worse
Between
knowing
it's
over
and
dyin'
first
'Cause
everybody
dies
in
the
summer
Wanna
say
your
goodbyes,
tell
them
while
it's
spring
I
heard
everybody's
dying
in
the
summer
So
pray
to
God
for
a
little
more
spring
I
know
you
scared
You
should
ask
us
if
we
scared
too
If
you
was
there
Then
we'd
just
knew
you
cared
too
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