Sketches Of Paranoia Lyrics - Bas

One day I'ma get it right 

This life can leave you confused 

What is black? What is brown? 

What is up? What is down? 

What is lost? What is found? 

Got my head up in the clouds tryin' find solid 

ground 

Maybe I meant to fly, mama told me I'm special 

Well damn right I believe that 

Have I changed? They troll, where Hennessy at 

I never drank before, now I'm out on tour 

Mama probably be ashamed if she found out 

more 

Over confidence, I swear I hold my liquor much 

better than this 

But last night dammit I was reckless as shit 

I started with a condom but she pulled that shit 

off 

And I just kept goin' I just went in it raw 

At the black kat table we started our match- 

making 

Hotel keys exchanged and next was your back 

breaking 

And here I am in Vegas I'm gambling more than 

chips 

I pray my dick don't fall off in the morning and 

I'm sick 

I think I'm paranoid, I'm feeling paranoid 

They lookin' at me like they know it, are they 

clairvoyant? 

I'm back to normal in a couple days 

But I repeat the same mistakes and so the 

trouble stays 

Ay look inside my guilty conscious 

When I get to heaven's doors, I ain't knockin' 

It seems I'm caught the allure, gotta get back to 

my humble ways 

I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble 

stays 

Look inside my guilty conscious 

When I get to heaven's doors, I ain't knockin' 

It seems I'm caught the allure, gotta get back to 

my humble ways 

I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble 

stays 

One day I'ma get it right 

My nigga missed his pops, he been locked for 20 

years 

Used to write him from the block, all his letters 

bout the block 

He would tell him bout his peers, the niggas 

that was poppin' 

The chemist on the block, he ain't leave em 

many options 

And in turn he learned from em 

Got him some dirt but the earth he earned from 

it 

Now its been months and my nigga ain't heard 

from him 

But Harlem the hottest, say they coppin' the 

birds from em 

I'm like, "Learn from it" 

You headin' down the path your father did 

He said, "Nigga you ain't my pops, I'm getting it 

how I live" 

Hustle's only hustle, nigga hustlers employ their 

kids 

Senior out on parole, Junior just caught a bid 

That's 20 more 

Plenty more times, am I paranoid? 

Did he make the wrong decisions? Did he have a 

choice? 

Ain't nobody speakin' for him, do he have a 

voice 

He ain't on my TV screen, not on my city 

dreams 

Get a HBO special, 'How to make it in America' 

Facing your devils, your devils 

Why you make the sun set when you made your 

son settle 

How you live with yourself, yourself? 

Look inside my guilty conscious 

When I get to heaven's doors, I ain't knockin' 

It seems I'm caught the allure, gotta get back to 

my humble ways 

I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble 

stays 

Look inside my guilty conscious 

When I get to heaven's doors, I ain't knockin' 

It seems I'm caught the allure, gotta get back to 

my humble ways 

I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble 

stays 

One day I'ma get it right 

60 miles an hour headed for that wall 

Over the edge of the cliff is all I saw 

No revelations, no flashin' white lights 

I'm thinkin' me and Jesus finna reunite 

I almost died tryin' make this 

And God must've wrote in the stars 

Cause shit, man I just totalled my car 

All I'm thinkin' bout is how I'm out here chasin' 

bad bitches 

What happened to that Chi boy and all my class 

pictures 

Lord if you hear me got a couple last wishes 

I'm tryin' make it home but I'm swingin' at bad 

pitches 

Dear Lord, I just wanna be a better man 

Get a good woman, inspire my ghetto friends 

This put my life in perspective that it's never 

been 

Watch me fly to Neverland, I will never land 

Man, I pledge allegiance 

I stand for those that can't stand for themselves 

Like paralegals for paraplegics 

Now I know who I am, yeah I'm quiet and 

stubborn 

I'm on lightning and thunder, ignored vice from 

the dumbest 

See I used to wanna be the best rapper in the 

booth 

But the best rapper is just the best actor, so I 

rather give you truth 

I 'm 32 years old still round here on the loose 

It's never too late and trust me nigga I'm the 

proof 

Never be afraid, never be a slave to what these 

niggas say 

Cause don't nobody know, when its your time to 

go 

I'm chasin' dreams till I see the coffin, that's 

fosho 

And if I die broke, that's oh be it my nigga 

But I can't guarantee that I'ma see it my nigga 

They tell me that it's really done 

And I guess that makes sense cause I'm the 

rarest one 

Now look inside my guilty conscious 

When I get to heaven stores, I ain't knockin' 

It seems I'm calling Neolore, gotta get back to 

my humble ways 

I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble 

stays 

Look inside my guilty conscious 

When I get to heaven stores, I ain't knockin' 

It seems I'm calling Neolore, gotta get back to 

my humble ways 

I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble 

stays 

One day I'ma get it right 

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