I'm getting higher and higher There's a hole in the sky, just a little squeeze and I can fit right through it Oh, it's beautiful up here, all the clouds and everything Look at that— Have no fear What you see and hear May not be clear It's paranoia, paranoia Don't be afraid You'll be ok It'll go away I'm just a nervous wreck Bundle herbs, but do you hear that? I think they're cliffing, I think they're outside I don't see nothing, hear nothing, it's just The Pharcyde Right outside your front door What are you so scared and paranoid for? I ain't said you did something, but you must've did something 'Cause you always running shit like one time is coming or somethin' Always lookin' over your shoulders and your pulse is racin' Gratin', sound like Buddy Miles is on the drum Break it down Have no fear What you see and hear May not be clear It's paranoia, paranoia Don't be afraid You'll be ok It'll go away It's paranoia, paranoia I'm in the state of panic mode Thinkin' of a false reality I can plan and hold Let the day unfold, reminiscin' the days of old When mama keep us there, but now I tremble like a Jell-O mould of a rotten road I scream, but fear the unknown It's still dark even though the Sun is showing Amongst many, but I feel alone, entrapped enate the species The comic of a Stephen King [?] 'fore it's dramatised I'm praying for this time to pass Flight has my heart up in his grasp Question my strong hold on reality Appears to be there, but it's a fallacy Cautious of being the casualty, [?] abnormalities (Ayy, um, man, think I can get two of those? Uh) Have no fear What you see and hear May not be clear It's paranoia, paranoia Don't be afraid You'll be ok It'll go away It's paranoia, paranoia Ayo, Brown, man, I think I might've overdid it I'ma turn off my equipment and come back in a few minutes Get some air, I need to go get my composure Go upstairs and double-check the brochure Mixed feelings got me feelin' like I'm receivin' Chinese fort-cha The [?] and robbers, they turnin' into vultures Fumes zoom in the scopes are scoping the sculpture with detail It's the retail, got 'em turnin' in to sign me green scales Matter of fact, got a couple on my coat-tail Empty promises and old stales are so boring They weighin' me down like a fat pornstar Trappin' me in a system, I need paid like the Solar Surroundings are feeling colder than surroundings of a polar Engines confused like the visions of [?] My love, will and strength sometimes tested by Mary Have no fear What you see and hear May not be clear It's paranoia, paranoia Don't be afraid You'll be ok It'll go away It's paranoia, paranoia