Tom MacDonald - Paranoid lyrics

I wish I would have known how
Deep the holes in Hollywood go
It's dangerous to put truth in your songs
They been tappin' my phone
Got a van parked outside of my home
If I keep rappin', they won't leave me alone
As an independent artist
Ain't no label stoppin' what you expose
Like these celebrities and artists
Really sellin' their soul
If cancel culture doesn't work and you
Get famous on your own
They'll find a way to put
A bullet in your dome
I've been peekin' out the blinds
I see 'em creepin', tryna hide
Between the trees across the street as
My release is goin' viral can't believe it
Am I dreamin'? Am I fast asleep inside?
In a coma from a beating
Or am I losin' my mind?
I keep workin', I ain't stoppin'
They just want me afraid
I should take a vacation 'fore I
End up in the grave
My girl said she wouldn't fly with me
Because right now it isn't safe
Thinks if I board that flight
They're gonna crash that plane

I guess they didn't know that I
Didn't know that I don't give a fuck, uh, uh
They tell me it's in my head
I tell 'em just to wish me luck, luck, luck
I keep a gun inside my
Backpack with a burner phone
I lean a chair against the door
And I sleep in my clothes

Call me crazy, say I'm paranoid
Tryna sleep, I hear a scary noise
Now I can't go back to bed
It's either ghosts or it's the Feds
Call me crazy, say I'm nuts
In my front yard wit' a bat, like "What?"
I saw somethin' by the fence
It's either ghosts or it's the Feds

I wish somebody would have told me this
The rabbit holes are
Actually bottomless pit's
They monitor my Internet from right
Outside of the crib
Get into my car with all my dogs
We takin' a trip helicopters follow the whip
I mean, honestly
I'm scared that I might get hurt
If I keep makin' these records
I've been playin' chess
They want me playin' checkers
All these CIA, FBI, NRA measures
They're hopin' they can scare me or
I'll crack under the pressure
Tryna take me off the Internet's too obvious
It's obviously better
To stage an accident and take
My body on a stretcher
This is not a cry for help, it's evidence
A letter for every single fan who's gonna
Wonder why I left them
My homies never text me
They use WhatsApp to say "Hi!"
They don't want our messages saved
In a case file hoppin' in a car together
We don't ever take mine and if we do
They make me check the brake lines

I guess they didn't know that I
Didn't know that I don't give a fuck, uh, uh
They tell me it's in my head
I tell 'em just to wish me luck, luck, luck
I keep a gun inside my
Backpack with a burner phone
I lean a chair against the door
And I sleep in my clothes

Call me crazy, say I'm paranoid
Tryna sleep, I hear a scary noise
Now I can't go back to bed
It's either ghosts or it's the Feds
Call me crazy, say I'm nuts
In my front yard wit' a bat, like "What?"
I saw somethin' by the fence
It's either ghosts or it's the Feds

Who would have thought that the
Music I've been makin'
Would put me on the radar of an FBI agent?
I launch another single and
They launch investigations
I really thought the land of the
Free was more than a sayin'
I've been researchin' the government
Agencies and departments
Tryna figure out which one made me a target
Layin' in my bed and my dogs started barkin'
Hit the lights, go outside, someone
Went through all my garbage, damn
This is scare tactic, tryna keep me quiet
You can't win a game against
The people who designed it
But I ain't givin' in and
I ain't sufferin' in silence
I'ma tell the truth
I swear to God that I ain't lyin'
I've been at parties with celebrities
Showed up to say hello
And left the room to take a call
That's comin' in on my cellphone
I've seen their pentagram decorations and
Goats made of metal
Can't tell me they don't worship the devil
They do

I guess they didn't know that I
Didn't know that I don't give a fuck, uh, uh
They tell me it's in my head
I tell 'em just to wish me luck, luck, luck
I keep a gun inside my
Backpack with a burner phone
I lean a chair against the door
And I sleep in my clothes

Call me crazy, say I'm paranoid
Tryna sleep, I hear a scary noise
Now I can't go back to bed
It's either ghosts or it's the Feds
Call me crazy, say I'm nuts
In my front yard wit' a bat, like "What?"
I saw somethin' by the fence
It's either ghosts or it's the Feds

Who would have thought that the
Music I've been makin'
Would put me on the radar of an FBI agent?
I launch another single and
They launch investigations
I really thought the land of the
Free was more than a sayin'
I've been researchin' the government
Agencies and departments
Tryna figure out which one made me a target
Layin' in my bed and my dogs started barkin'
Hit the lights, go outside, someone
Went through all my garbage, damn
This is scare tactic, tryna keep me quiet
You can't win a game against
The people who designed it
But I ain't givin' in and
I ain't sufferin' in silence
I'ma tell the truth
I swear to God that I ain't lyin'
I've been at parties with celebrities
Showed up to say hello
And left the room to take a call
That's comin' in on my cellphone
I've seen their pentagram decorations and
Goats made of metal
Can't tell me they don't worship the devil
They do