Paranoid
Verse 1
Never know when someone come and try to take my lifeI've been sleepin' with the .45 like every nightIn the whip I pray to God I don't see flashin' lightsGod damn, they right behind meAnd I wake up everydayI wake up every day with this anxietyAnd they know where I stayGot "Malone" on my platesAnd they followin' meTwo hundred bands under the floor of the kitchenA little more up in the walls and the ceilin'Even family and friends started switchin'Ever since I got that check, seen 'em itchin'Pre-Chorus
Eyes open, I see you, I'm watchin' youMore people wanna be you, don't trust no oneChorus
Tell me why I can get no relief (I can't even sleep)Wonderin' when they'll come for meA paranoid man makes paranoid plansI do what I can, but it's out of my handsStrugglin' just to find my peaceVerse 2
Sometimes feel like I got no friendsCan't trust a soul, like I'm SnowdenRight by the bed, keep it loadedLord have mercy if they broke inI don't ever sleep, yeah, I'm wide awakeIf you try to pull up to my placeBeam is gonna hit you a mile awayI promise, one of us gonna die todayHelicopters in the skyNo, he can't escape the eyesPoliticians and the liesTell me, what's the point in pickin' sides?Chorus
Tell me why I can get no relief (I can't even sleep)Wonderin' when they'll come for meA paranoid man makes paranoid plansI do what I can, but it's out of my handsStrugglin' just to find my peaceBridge
(Ayy) Mind is runnin' all dayCost me more than money and I'm payin' the price, yeahI ain't goin' nowhereKillin' myself so I can make me a life, yeahMinute after minute, never had a limitWoke up every mornin', knew that I just had to get itWindows always tinted, you ain't lookin' in itEither way, I know they'll come for me againChorus
Tell me why I can get no relief (I can't even sleep)Wonderin' when they'll come for meA paranoid man makes paranoid plansI do what I can, but it's out of my handsStrugglin' just to find my peaceWhat the song means
"Paranoid" is a confession from a man who feels hunted in his own life. He describes waking up every day with anxiety, believing that someone wants to kill him, and he sleeps with a gun within reach. The fear grows from money: he has hidden a fortune in his home, and he thinks the attention it brings has turned people around him against him. Even family and friends seem to have become threats, so he trusts no one. The verses pile up images of surveillance, such as helicopters overhead, watchers outside, and tinted windows, to show a mind that never switches off.
The song moves from scattered fears in the first verse to a more isolated state in the second, where he admits he barely sleeps and feels cut off from everyone. The bridge turns the fear inward. He describes how the constant alertness has cost him more than money, and he admits that he keeps going out of necessity while expecting the threat to return. The chorus repeats in each section and never resolves. It presents paranoia as a loop: he does everything he can to protect himself, but he cannot control the outcome, and the search for peace stays out of reach.
Key images such as the hidden cash, the gun by the bed, and the comparison to a fugitive show that his wealth has become a prison rather than freedom. The song suggests that success brings its own dangers, and that fear can be as heavy a burden as any loss.
Key phrases explained
- sleepin' with the .45
- sleeping with a .45-caliber handgun nearby — He keeps a loaded gun close even at night, showing how constant his fear is.
- In the whip
- In the car — "Whip" is slang for a car, and even while driving he is on edge.
- Two hundred bands
- Two hundred thousand dollars — "Band" is slang for a thousand dollars; the cash he hides is the source of his danger.
- seen 'em itchin'
- saw them eager and greedy — "Itchin'" suggests people who are desperate to get their hands on his money.
- like I'm Snowden
- like I'm a fugitive hiding from everyone — A reference to Edward Snowden, who lived in hiding after leaking secrets, to express isolation.
Song info
- Release date
- 2018-04-27
- Album
- beerbongs & bentleys
- Written by
- Frank Dukes, Billy Walsh, Carl Rosen, Bluey Sport, Cashio, Louis Bell
- Produced by
- Bluey Sport, Louis Bell, Cashio
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