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Tom MacDonald – Paranoid Lyrics

Tom MacDonald – Paranoid Lyrics

 

Paranoid Lyrics – Tom MacDonald

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 pits

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 (Yeah)

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