Someone’s trying to hunt me down
They’ve gotta gun and I can be found
Under the sink by the bathroom door

They live across the street
They bought a house number 53
And the cars have’nt moved for days on end
aah but anyway

MAN YOUR JUST AAH.. YOUR JUST A PARANOID FREAK
NO ONES OUT TO GET YOU.. NO ONE FLIPPIN CARES
AH……MAN YOUR JUST A YOUR JUST A PARANOID FREAK

FEELING SLEAZY BITTER END
IM TRYING TO MAKE IT HOME AGAIN
AS I BREAK THE LOCKS TO THE EMPTY SHED

FEEL THE LABOR OF YOUR BREATH
AS YOU WALK DOWN THIS TINY EDGE
AND YOUR SHADOW CRAWLS TO YOUR EMPTY BED
AAH.. BUT ANYWAY

MAN.. YOUR.. JUST A..
JUST A PARANOID FREAK
NO ONES OUT TO GET YOU MAN
NO ONE FARGING CARES

I MEAN…. YOU AIN’T GOT SHIT DUDE
YOUR JUST AN IDIOT.. AND YOU SMELL LIKE SHIT
YOU DRINK YOURSELF INTO OBLIVION
AND YOUR A FLIPPING DUNCE

SOMEBODYS GONNA HUNT ME DOWN
THEYVE GOTTA GUN AND I CAN BE FOUND

IM HIDING IN THE BACK OF THE SHED

SOMEBODY’S GONNA TRACK ME DOWN

OH…. IM JUST A PARANOID FREAK

Tags: Chris Pitman, Lyrics, Paranoid Freak, Sextapes

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