Omen - Sketches of Paranoia lyrics

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Omen - Sketches of Paranoia lyrics

[Intro] One day I'ma get it right [Verse 1: Omen] This life can leave you confused What is black? What is brown? What is up? What is down? What is lost? What is found? Got my head up in the clouds tryin' find solid ground Maybe I meant to fly, mama told me I'm special And damn right I believe that Have I changed? ay 'joe', where the Hennessy at I never drank before, now I'm out on tour Mama probably be ashamed if she found out more Over confidence, I swear I hold my liquor much better than this But last night damn it I was reckless as sh** I started with a condom but she pulled that sh** off And I just kept goin' I just went in it raw At the blackjack table we started our match-making Hotel keys exchanged and next was your back breaking And here I am in Vegas I'm gambling more than chips I pray my dick don't fall off in the morning and I'm sick I think I'm paranoid, I'm feeling paranoid They lookin' at me like they know it, are they clairvoyant? I'm back to normal in a couple days But I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble stays [Hook: Omen] Ay look inside my guilty conscience When I get to heaven's doors, I ain't knockin' It seems I'm caught in the allure, gotta get back to my humble ways I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble stays Look inside my guilty conscience When I get to heaven's doors, I ain't knockin' It seems I'm caught in the allure, gotta get back to my humble ways I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble stays One day I'ma get it right [Verse 2: Bas] My n***a miss his pops, he been locked for 20 years Used to write him from the block, all his letters bout the block He would tell him bout his peers, the n***as that was poppin' The chemist on the block, he ain't leave em many options And in turn he learned from em Got in some dirt but the earth he earned from it Now its been months and my n***a ain't heard from him But Harlem to Hollis, say they coppin' the birds from em I'm like, "Learn from it" You headin' down the path your father did He said, "n***a you ain't my pops, I'm getting it how I live" Hustler's only hustle, n***a hustlers employ their kids The Senior out on parole, Junior just caught a bid That's 20 more Plenty more time, am I paranoid? Did he make the wrong decisions? Did he have a choice? Ain't nobody speakin' for him, do he have a voice He ain't on my TV screen, sh**, not on my city dreams Get a HBO special, 'How to make it in America' Facing your devils, your devils Why you made your sun set when you made your son settle How you live with yourself, yourself? [Hook] Look inside my guilty conscience When I get to heaven's doors, I ain't knockin' It seems I'm caught in the allure, gotta get back to my humble ways I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble stays Look inside my guilty conscience When I get to heaven's doors, I ain't knockin' It seems I'm caught in the allure, gotta get back to my humble ways I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble stays One day I'ma get it right [Verse 3: Omen] 60 miles an hour headed for that wall Over the edge of the cliff is all I saw No revelations, no flashin' white lights I'm thinkin' me and Jesus finna reunite I almost died tryna make this And God must've wrote in the stars Cause sh**, man I just totalled my car All I'm thinkin' bout is how I'm out here chasin' bad b**hes What happened to that shy boy in all my cla** pictures Lord if you hear me got a couple last wishes I'm tryin' make it home but I'm swingin' at bad pitches The allure, I just wanna be a better man Get a good woman, inspire my ghetto friends This put my life in perspective that it's never been Watch me fly to Neverland, I will never land Man, I pledge allegiance I stand for those that can't stand for themselves Like paralegals for paraplegics Now I know who I am, yeah I'm quiet and stubborn I'm more lightning than thunder, ignored advice from the dumbest See I used to wanna be the best rapper in the booth But the best rapper is just the best actor, so I rather give you truth I'm 32 years old still out here on the loose It's never too late and trust me n***a I'm the proof Never be afraid, never be a slave to what these n***as say Cause don't nobody know, when its your time to go I'm chasin' dreams till I see the coffin, that's fasho And if I die broke, then so be it my n***a But I can guarantee that I'ma see it my n***a They tell me that it's rarely done And I guess that makes sense cause I'm the rarest one [Hook] Now look inside my guilty conscience When I get to heaven's doors, I ain't knockin' It seems I'm caught in the allure, gotta get back to my humble ways I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble stays Look inside my guilty conscience When I get to heaven's doors, I ain't knockin' It seems I'm caught in the allure, gotta get back to my humble ways I repeat the same mistakes and so the trouble stays One day I'ma get it right

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