PARANOID lyrics

[intro]
He come to me with money in his hand
He offered me, I didn't ask him
I wasn't knocking someone's door down, I was running from that
When I got out, I was in that
I was already through that, I had that
I had the studio, I went to the studio
I went to Vox Studios. I had it all, and I looked at it and said, 'This is a bigger jail than I just got out of.'
I don't want to take my time going to work
I got a motorcycle and a sleeping bag
And ten or fifteen girls
What the hell I wanna go off into -- and go to work for?
Work for what, money? I got all the money in the world
I'm the king, man
I run the underworld, guy
I decide whos does what and where they do it at
What am I, gonna run around and act like I'm some teenybopper somewhere, for somebody else's money?
I make the money, man, I roll the nickels
The game is mine
I deal the cards

[Verse 1]
Blood on my hands, clothes stained with red
Calm your f*cking nerves kid, grab a cigarette
On a stolen car headed to Denver
Mark the f*cking date, 25th December
Had to runaway cause i'm just too problematic
When i'm off my meds b*tches tend to act erratic
Instead of Facing my fears decided to leave my Peers
With a gat by my side and a ring in my ears
Paranoid, it's been like that for a while
Brought up alone no one to admire
Tried to open up but it ended up bad
It showed the real me, hesitant at that
Spent my life with therapists and psychologists
Mainly because i'm no f*cking apologist
Born again so here's the Debut
If only y’all would know what I’ve been through