Is she drop dead gorgeous? I think I'm getting old Probably the paranoia If stories could be sold I'd be a believer I don't wanna sell my soul Thought we were important Guess we lost all our control And it's like paranoia, paranoia And it's like paranoia, paranoia And it's like paranoia, paranoia And it's like paranoia, paranoia Yeah, I can be the coldest I'm sick of being broke If I ever lose focus Don't know where I will go It was nice to see ya Tell me if you feel the same Are you still a believer? I wouldn't even blame you And it's like paranoia, paranoia And it's like paranoia, paranoia And it's like paranoia, paranoia And it's like paranoia, paranoia I think these people are out to get me They're trying to test me I live in my head so don't try and address me Quit tryna finnesse me I know they're plotting against me Look at them hating, watch how they envy Man, I think the devil is trying to tempt me He tryna possess me I feel like I'm stuck in my head Can't sleep at night so I'm up in my bed Delusional thoughts, I'm thinking all sorts That's why I self-medicate just to forget But yet my brain just doesn't let me So I'm riddled with anxiety All my fears get amplified But maybe I'm just paranoid (And it's like) Paranoia, paranoia And it's like paranoia, paranoia And it's like paranoia, paranoia And it's like paranoia, paranoia