Paranoid This will not end well Worth the heavy hands Worth the every end Every fu*king time time dies And you could count the cries But really The times don’t change with the tides And when you wraparound Your always gonna drown And that just sorta su*ks Don’t it Holding on My eyes just rusted shut May I think for my MF self ? If that’s cool with you If thats cool with you I mean Every dying night Is a reminder why I try And I always seed my sight Ya I always read my rights It’s fu*ked up If you fu*ked up And you fu*ked up It’s what’s what If you dust up Coming cup up Hush hush Wooden walnuts Sunny sustenance Hung lungs out to bust bust bust Heavy on a crushed heart Developments arе coming in And your outta luck