It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide check em out now Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah It's just that Jigga Man,

Maybe I'm just Wonder who you're dreaming of Maybe it's a case of paranoia Nervous that I'll never really know ya What do I feel? Who do I trust? Smile when you're sleeping Oh, 'cause I could just see you with wine on your t-shirt And somebody else on

I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends Been to ICU once I ain't going again

Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Do you have the time to listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once I am one of those Melodramatic

It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin The face inside is right beneath your skin A face that awakes when I

It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin The face inside is right beneath your skin A face that awakes when I

From a great height What's that? What's that? You don't remember Why don't you remember my name? Off with his head, man Rain down, rain down Please could you stop the noise

Tell me why I can't get no relief Wonderin' when they'll come for me A paranoid man makes paranoid plans I'll do what I can but it's out of my hands Struggling just to find my peace Never know when someone come and try to take my life I been sleeping

I don't care for your paranoid I don't care for your careless I heard we're changing lanes "Me first, gimme gimme" appetite at all Well, I heard the blinker's on I heard he likes to race I heard there's six or seven words he likes to use Are always in

Just might be paranoid Can someone stop the noise? But it just don't fit I'm paranoid I'm freakin' out Every time I turn around, I'm avoiding the lines 'cause they just might split I don't know what it is