Check my pockets when someone’s behind me
Paranoid mind got me questioning you now.
People assume i’m pretentious
Can’t agree with that I’m jus counterfeit
People don’t know me
When you’re behind me I have to move
If you’re behind me radars blare through the room
A overall sense of doom
There’s someone out to get me, it’s so inhumane
The way it lays it’s eyes on me is always the same.
Wide open and manic, question your family.
The panic begins to set in
Question your friends
This may be the end
What did you say again? You hate me?
You lost something, check your pockets
Where are we going?
Scared to go to a party
I hardly know anyone
Who’s to say because i’m hearty
That i’m not watching every move in this room.
People assume i’m paranoid.
They aren’t wrong.