Allday – Paranoid From The Bikie Weed lyrics

[Intro: Allday]

Yeah, I’m paranoid all the

[Verse 1: Allday]

Fuck all the mixxy flows, really though

I wanna talk, not just send each other videos

Back in ’04, spitting raps in a flip phone

To an anti-fashion icon, the kid grown

Vogue mags on my coffee table

To the grave via bad bitches from the cradle

They used to talk shit but it wasn’t fatal

I’m still here, although I’m off the rails

Like a phoenix, scenic route touring Winnebago

I wish I could be around more but I’m the big dog

Glenn Rob thinking ’bout all this

When something happened, I would be in town for it

Not anymore though

Guess I got sick it, all started with mono

I was friend zoned like Gordo

Now I’m Peter North in a porno, bitch swallow, but

In between we smoke weed and drink rum

I rarely come home and never ring Mum

And fuck, and you’d be mad while I’m tryna think up

Excuses in a stupor when I couldn’t get my thing up

All these feelings I can’t bring up

Is this real, are we a thing? Mystery sucks

[Chorus: Allday]

I’m paranoid from the bikie weed

So high all the time

Tell the fuckbois it’s time to leave

I’m so high all the damn time

I’m paranoid from the bikie weed

I’m so high, yeah

Tell the fuckbois it’s time to leave

I’m so high, yeah, all the time

[Verse 2: Allday]

Girl, tell me how good I look

And don’t ask me how long it took

Or who I had to pull from the ladder rungs

Just to find a gutter on the roof, man, I had enough

All to be a legend like Bagger Vance

Was the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air slash Blackwood once

Tell me who’s taken, what I need to add it up

I don’t even check my bank, I just scan my card

My treat, my treat, feel like the King of Oz, Sa’id, Sa’id

I’m not even rich, I’m just happy I can eat without shoplifting

Can’t stop thinking I’ma beep

Consistent wolves all thinking I’ma sheep

Girl talking to me wrong, start thinking I’ma leave

Garrett, can’t kick the the fucking habit

You don’t write your hooks and you’re not much of a rapper

Yeah, I was filling books, pages becoming tattered

Reminiscing on days when nothing mattered

Guess you walked under a ladder

‘Cause you said I wouldn’t blow up

I guess that was an error, I remember

With your luck, ditch the Powerball games

I’m keeping mental notes of these doubters’ full names

All the power obtained to my head, but in fairness

Put myself on the list, all the weed got me nervous

[Chorus: Allday]

I’m paranoid from the bikie weed

So high, all the time

Tell the fuckbois it’s time to leave

I’m so high all the damn time

I’m paranoid from the bikie weed

I’m so high, yeah

[Outro]

All the damn time, all the damn time

All the damn time, all the damn time

All the damn time, all the damn time