Allday - Paranoid From The Bikie Weed lyrics
[Allday - Paranoid From The Bikie Weed lyrics]
Yeah, I'm paranoid all the
Fuck all the mixxy flows, really though
I wanna talk, not just send each other videos
Back in '04, spitting raps in a flip phone
To an anti-fashion icon, the kid grown
Vogue mags on my coffee table
To the grave via bad bitches from the cradle
They used to talk shit but it wasn't fatal
I'm still here, although I'm off the rails
Like a phoenix
Scenic route touring Winnebago
I wish I could be around more
But I'm the big dog
Glenn Rob thinking 'bout all this
When something happened
I would be in town for it not anymore though
Guess I got sick, it all started with Monet
I was friend zoned like Gordo
Now I'm Peter North in
A porno, bitch swallow, but
In between we smoke weed and drink rum
I rarely come home and never ring Mum
And fuck
And you'd be mad while I'm tryna think up
Excuses in a stupor when I
Couldn't get my thing up
All these feelings I can't bring up
Is this real, are we a thing? Mystery sucks
I'm paranoid from the bikie weed
So high all the time
Tell the fuckbois it's time to leave
I'm so high all the damn time
I'm paranoid from the bikie weed
I'm so high, yeah
Tell the fuckbois it's time to leave
I'm so high, yeah, all the time
Girl, tell me how good I look
And don't ask me how long it took
Or who I had to pull from the ladder rungs
Just to find a gutter on the roof, man
I had enough
All to be a legend like Bagger Vance
Was the Fresh Prince of
Bel-Air slash Blackwood once
Tell me who's taken
What I need to add it up
I don't even check my bank
I just scan my card
My treat, my treat, feel like
The King of Oz, Sa'id, sa'id
I'm not even rich
I'm just happy I can eat without shoplifting
Can't stop thinking I'ma beep
Consistent wolves all thinking I'ma sheep
Girl talking to me wrong
Start thinking I'ma leave
Garrett, can't kick the the fucking habit
You don't write your hooks and you're
Not much of a rapper
Yeah, I was filling books
Pages becoming tattered
Reminiscing on days when nothing mattered
Guess you walked under a ladder
'Cause you said I wouldn't blow up
I guess that was an error, I remember
With your luck, ditch the Powerball games
I'm keeping mental notes of
These doubters' full names
All the power obtained to my head
But in fairness put myself on the list
All the weed got me nervous
I'm paranoid from the bikie weed
So high, all the time
Tell the fuckbois it's time to leave
I'm so high all the damn time
I'm paranoid from the bikie weed
I'm so high, yeah
All the damn time, all the damn time
All the damn time, all the damn time
All the damn time, all the damn time
Fuck all the mixxy flows, really though
I wanna talk, not just send each other videos
Back in '04, spitting raps in a flip phone
To an anti-fashion icon, the kid grown
Vogue mags on my coffee table
To the grave via bad bitches from the cradle
They used to talk shit but it wasn't fatal
I'm still here, although I'm off the rails
Like a phoenix
Scenic route touring Winnebago
I wish I could be around more
But I'm the big dog
Glenn Rob thinking 'bout all this
When something happened
I would be in town for it not anymore though
Guess I got sick, it all started with Monet
I was friend zoned like Gordo
Now I'm Peter North in
A porno, bitch swallow, but
In between we smoke weed and drink rum
I rarely come home and never ring Mum
And fuck
And you'd be mad while I'm tryna think up
Excuses in a stupor when I
Couldn't get my thing up
All these feelings I can't bring up
Is this real, are we a thing? Mystery sucks
I'm paranoid from the bikie weed
So high all the time
Tell the fuckbois it's time to leave
I'm so high all the damn time
I'm paranoid from the bikie weed
I'm so high, yeah
Tell the fuckbois it's time to leave
I'm so high, yeah, all the time
Girl, tell me how good I look
And don't ask me how long it took
Or who I had to pull from the ladder rungs
Just to find a gutter on the roof, man
I had enough
All to be a legend like Bagger Vance
Was the Fresh Prince of
Bel-Air slash Blackwood once
Tell me who's taken
What I need to add it up
I don't even check my bank
I just scan my card
My treat, my treat, feel like
The King of Oz, Sa'id, sa'id
I'm not even rich
I'm just happy I can eat without shoplifting
Can't stop thinking I'ma beep
Consistent wolves all thinking I'ma sheep
Girl talking to me wrong
Start thinking I'ma leave
Garrett, can't kick the the fucking habit
You don't write your hooks and you're
Not much of a rapper
Yeah, I was filling books
Pages becoming tattered
Reminiscing on days when nothing mattered
Guess you walked under a ladder
'Cause you said I wouldn't blow up
I guess that was an error, I remember
With your luck, ditch the Powerball games
I'm keeping mental notes of
These doubters' full names
All the power obtained to my head
But in fairness put myself on the list
All the weed got me nervous
I'm paranoid from the bikie weed
So high, all the time
Tell the fuckbois it's time to leave
I'm so high all the damn time
I'm paranoid from the bikie weed
I'm so high, yeah
All the damn time, all the damn time
All the damn time, all the damn time
All the damn time, all the damn time