Представляем точный текст композиции "Paranoia" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Royce Da 59 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Paranoia» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Royce Da 59 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Royce Da 59 - "Paranoia"
Lyrics to Paranoia : Call it Paranoia. Yea Every day is war. Every day, niggaz is gon hate Gotta move Im a walking target Im so far from soft, Im probably close to the hardest nigga you ever saw, been never thug, never had a problem And the shit he never starts, sickest artist there ever was Nigga found dead in his house, dont know who did it Yea, you bet it was me, niggaz die at the pavement Im wavin a nine out of the window and blazin Is your house shakin whos inside nigga, its funeral time nigga They die from straight hits, pride wasted Cry your face, I aint your suit and your tie Now look what you made us Look at the witnesses, all of them look shakin And alls they seen was the back of a green car with the plate flipped Look at the news, I did it without puttin a hit out own You homies in chrome, watch that nigga I got my back, because its my gat And my mouth that *Started the War* Lookin around me, got a gun on my lap while Im drivin, taking the back routs *Home* If your headlights is in my rearview For longer than three lights, and I dont know you Ima pull over, And I might shoot you You should go around me, and dont look at me Till after you pass me, cuz I might blast you nigga *Im at war* Im Paranoid, always on point Always holding nigga, always sober. Call it paranoia In your bushes, on the side of your house Waitin to smoke you when come in from hangin out Friday night, perfect, I timed it just right I know you at the club cuz your car is nowhere in sight Im like the DC sniper, Mr. Malvo Strategically precise when I squeeze the cali-co You look like a asshole, full of shit Niggaz sure to get hit, when my fo-fo spit Black shirt, black jeans, black boots, black whip Black mask, paif of black leather gloves for my grip I dont need no print, a killer with a plan Makin sure I dont get, gunpowder on my hands All drama Ima end it, murder game splended Leavin all crews for the fucker in forensics I got, two dependants, I gotta make it home Clean get-away, two bullets through your dome Is locked nigga. And thats just how the story goes yall Any nigga where Im from already knows Funny, my homie cuz said niggaz gon bring you a bowl of soup when you sick But if you die, then gonna love you later Think you a fuckin statue or some shit God bless these streets, God bless these streets right now Ima just be doing my thing so maybe, you know, I could show you how Dont come lookin for trouble, cuz you just might find it Dont stand too close to me, Im always on point, never blinded [ Paranoia Lyrics ]
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