paranoid - Mokyo, DEAN

So I got paranoid with the drums

I ain’t got time for that, call the troops

I’ve got cheese for wine, made in France

You’re wasting your time, look

Slide on the ground under my feet

My shoes are gone, where is my toe?

Lasers stirred up, in my head blow up

All day I forgot to find out, fade up

I don’t know who turned it on

And turn it off, blue clouds, fade up on the scene

So I got paranoid with the drums

I ain’t got time for that, call the troops

I’ve got cheese for wine, made in France

You’re wasting your time, look

I know they tryna take it from me

Know you tryna tak it from me, shit

그래 어쩌면 이건 미친 소리

But I hear them coming

Fiv in the morning, and I stick to my own thing

While you fuck boys flossin'

Too many phonies and too many stories

Ain’t got time for the party

Know them bitches ain’t worthy

내 머리를 노리는 적이

아니 오늘이 몇일

인지도 몰라 난 병신

예술 외엔 관심이 없지

흘렀대지 몇 년의 시간이

어느새 내 목엔 총이

그새 내 주머니는 비었으니

천천히 다시 거닐어 길거리를

이젠 보여

내 목소리로 곧 도배될 길 거리

So I got paranoid with the drums

I ain’t got time for that, call the troops

I’ve got cheese for wine, made in France

You’re wasting your time, look

Feels like I’m toast, it’s burning out

Like I’m in the Costco, too many boxes

In my home, damn, I didn’t bought

Let me out and through your mind in a box

I got a lot of salt, it’s cold

It’s like a child who’s never done

So I got paranoid with the drums

I ain’t got time for that, call the troops

I’ve got cheese for wine, made in France

You’re wasting your time, look

So I got paranoid with the drums

I ain't got time for that, call the troops

I’ve got cheese for wine, made in France

You're wasting your time, look

Slide on the ground under my feet

My shoes are gone, where is my toe?

Lasers stirred up, in my head blow up

All day I forgot to find out, fade up

I don't know who turned it on

And turn it off, blue clouds, fade up on the scene

So I got paranoid with the drums

I ain't got time for that, call the troops

I’ve got cheese for wine, made in France

You're wasting your time, look

I know they tryna take it from me

Know you tryna tak it from me, shit

yeah maybe this sounds crazy

But I hear them coming

Fiv in the morning, and I stick to my own thing

While you fuck boys flossin'

Too many phonies and too many stories

Ain't got time for the party

Know them bitches ain't worthy

an enemy aiming at my head

no what day is it today

I don't even know, I'm a fool

I'm not interested in anything but art

How many years have passed

Suddenly there's a gun in my neck

Now my pocket is empty

Slowly walking back down the street

I see you now

The streets will soon be covered with my voice

So I got paranoid with the drums

I ain't got time for that, call the troops

I’ve got cheese for wine, made in France

You're wasting your time, look

Feels like I'm toast, it's burning out

Like I’m in the Costco, too many boxes

In my home, damn, I didn't buy

Let me out and through your mind in a box

I got a lot of salt, it's cold

It’s like a child who’s never done

So I got paranoid with the drums

I ain't got time for that, call the troops

I’ve got cheese for wine, made in France

You're wasting your time, look