Paro(noia) Songtext
von DC

TS supreme

I′m tryna step out with the bros
Mum keeps askin' me questions
Why she won′t leave me alone?
I'm respondin' with passive aggression
She moves like I′m brandishin′ weapons, but all now no weapon in sight
She moves like I'm pedalin′ white, but just tryna step with the guys hmm
But the city's on flames, so I can′t blame her, the ends still bakin'

Look mum, you′re makin' me late, we're speakin′ we late, and my friends still waitin′
So I put my hand on her shoulder, remind her I'm grown just to calm her down
Never been one for the drama, she told me, "You′re just like your father, wow"


I know broski's steamin′, grab the key, and I dust up quick
It was like Wednesday evenin', two man deep in a blacked out whip
I see feds in the rearview schemin′, I stay clean, but my heart rate risin'
What if they blast their sirens?
Bro said, "Fuck what they ask, stay silent"
But they drove right past us, must be the PTSD
Wish I could rewind back to the times I was worried 'bout GCSE′s
The weed helps with me at ease, but when you′re addicted it's bitter and sweet
Got me kissin′ my teeth, man, sit back in a Bimmer, and skeet immediately, yeah

Life gets tough when you're paro′
I ain't makin′ it up
It gets nuts, I ain't trustin' my shadow
Better not play with your luck
That′s why I take time, watch everything twice
Can′t move bait when you're up ′cause man try watch with a devilish eye
Can't get rid of this feelin′
I got so many questions

Heard that the mirrors revealin'
So I dodge and avoid the reflection
Yeah, I know I need healin′, but really it's just a matter of time
You can call this a guide on how to survive with a paranoid mind

Bro skrr'd off in a mood
We pulled up to the lights right next to a ride with a couple of youths
They thinkin′ their tough, and they′re hard, they're watchin′ the car
We're watchin′ 'em too
I remember when mum said, "Son, don′t lay with the man that's got nothin' to lose"
I got nothin′ to prove, plus I don′t know what he's got in his boot


But really I′m done with the pride thing, they're in love with the hypin′
They move dumb like it's fun and excitin′
'Til somebodies life gets lost
Try stay far from that violent stuff
But I ain't stupid, if he ain′t movin′ right, then we write him off
Gotta thank God that the light turn green
Takin' a right down Francis Street
I don′t like how the night just started
I hope his insurance and license clean
'Cause I ain′t got time to be stopped

I want me a Sprite, let's slide to the shop
Stepped through, it′s all eyes on me
Ain't really surprised, but slightly I'm shocked, yeah
I just stepped inside, I′m gettin′ this vibe, that my man's shifty
He must think I′m a fool
And I'm riskin′ my freedom for five pound fifty
That's the life of a black man
Gotta watch over your shoulder
Feel like I′m stuck in a loop, the same old cycle over and over
Over and over

Life gets tough when you're paro'
I ain′t makin′ it up
It gets nuts, I ain't trustin′ my shadow
Better not play with your luck
That's why I take time, watch everything twice
Can′t move bait when you're up ′cause man try watch with a devilish eye
Can't get rid of this feelin'
I got so many questions

Heard that the mirrors revealin′
So I dodge and avoid the reflection
Yeah, I know I need healin′, but really it's just a matter of time
You can call this a guide on how to survive with a paranoid mind

Then feel yourself converge, if you don′t feel yourself for the day
Is that a thing you gotta lose it