So I got paranoid with the drums
I ain’t got time for that, call the troops
I’ve got cheese for wine, made in France
You’re wasting your time, look

Slide on the ground under my feet
My shoes are gone, where is my toe
Lasers stirred up
In my head blow up
All day I forgot to find out
Fade up
I don’t know who turned it on
And Turn it off , blue clouds
fade up on the scene

So I got paranoid with the drums
I ain’t got time for that, call the troops
I’ve got cheese for wine, made in France
You’re wasting your time, look

‘I know they tryna take it from me
know you tryna take it from me’

Shh
Maybe this sounds crazy
But I hear them coming

Five in the mornin’
And I stick to my own thing
While you fuck boys flossin

Too many phonies and
Too many stories
Ain’t got time for the party
Know them bitches ain’t worthy

Enemies aiming for my head
I don’t even know what day it is
I’m an idiot
I don’t care about anything except for art

They said a few years have passed
Suddenly, there’s a gun to my neck
My pockets have become empty
Slowly, I’m walking on the streets again
Now I can see the streets that will be taken over by my voice

So I got paranoid with the drums
I ain’t got time for that, call the troops
I’ve got cheese for wine, made in France
You’re wasting your time, look

Feels like I’m toast , it is burning out
Like I’m in the costco, too many boxes
In my home , damn I didn’t bought
Let me out and through
your mind in a box
I got a lot of salt, it’s cold
It’s like a child who’s never done

So I got paranoid with the drums
I ain’t got time for that, call the troops
I’ve got cheese for wine, made in France
You’re wasting your time, look