Ya know
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I dun been to jail for a lot of stupid shit.
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and when you go to jail for a lot of stupid shit, you try not to go back
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and...I ya know i take precaution ya know
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however, sometimes you can take too much precaution to the point where
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it gets ridiculous... oh man
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Each day at my dope spot, i watch him as he passes by
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I say to myself, he looks like the FBI
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A white man like him (White man like him?,) what is he doing over here?
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i wonder, what does he want
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then he asked me "you gotta light, you wanna help me smoke this blunt?"
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(chorus)
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It was just my paranoia, hey heyyey
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runnin away with me yea
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It was just my paranoia
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runnin away
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Down on my luck couldn't fine no job
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id rather sell dope than rob, why squab?
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I know i cant do it forever
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so uh ima do it quick and clever, however
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Drinkin' malt liquor, smokin endo
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Two cops ran pass my window
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Its a raid, uh thats what i assume
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I flushed two ounces in the bathroom
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I ran out the back
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Before they could find me
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come to find out, they raided the house behind me
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yea man they went through my back yard
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hopped over the fence..anyway
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(chorus)
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It was just my paranoia, hey heyy
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runnin away with me yea
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It was just my paranoia
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runnin away, ah yea
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Im tellin you man, your paranoia can get to you
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i remember i use to trip everything, know what ima sayin
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I'd be chillin wit the hom...we'd be goin off man
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you know what i hate though
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i hate them late model cars dawg on it
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look like vice wit all those attenas on it
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paranoid, i use to sell yayo man
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trippin on the telephone and the mail man
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Treat custom mugs like compulsive liars
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raise they shirt and check for wires
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I got a little money, but i need a little more
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damn, somebody's knockin at my front door
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some guy in a shirt and tie
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is it homacide or FBI
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does he have a warrant for Joseph Foreman?
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oh your a moreman?
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(chorus)
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It was just my paranoia, hey heyy
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runnin away with me yea
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It was just my paranoia
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runnin away
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hey man, you know where my paranoia really get me at man?
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when im walkin through the mall or shoppin
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everybody be lookin like undercovers cause they be starin
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and I don't be knowin, ya know what im sayin
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I hate sellin dope, I think about stoppin
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Undercover cops follow me while im shoppin
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Trackin me, wit a hidden camera
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plottin to through me back in the slamma
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they think I dont see em
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but yes i do, they some haters
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actin like they pickin tomatas
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I'm ready, for a quick decision
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keep em, I'm my peripheral vision
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i see em in the airport, plain and clear
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street clothes with that little wire in they ear
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they rush me, shake my hand
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im your biggest fan
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sign this for me Afroman
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(chorus x2)
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It was just my paranoia, hey heyy
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runnin away with me yea
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It was just my paranoia
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runnin away
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ya know, I wrote a hit song
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"because I got high"
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signed with universal
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now my bank accounts dry
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Universal Records yea mon
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took my money like enron
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broken along, things got hard
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however, it brought me close to god
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I changed my life and became a christian
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singer, rapper and musician
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I've been high, I've been low
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I've been rich, I've been poo
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I've been right, I've been wrong
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since I been wit god, my paranoia's gone
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(new chorus x2 fades)
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No more paranoia hey hey
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runnin away wit me yea
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i have no more paranoia
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runnin away
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Just My Paranoia
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Afroman |