A STRANGE THING...
MY DAYZ WILL NEVA GET NO STRANGER THAN WHAT THEY ARE NOW..
HOW I WAKE UP AND WALK AROUND WIT' A FROWN..
IT'S CRAZY WHEN I WALK OUT THE DOOR, GOT THAT STRANGE FEELIN' LIKE SOME ONEZ WATCHIN'.
HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM. PEOPLE THINK I BE BUGGIN', SAY I'M LOSIN' MY MIND.. I'M JUST A LITTLE PARONOID.
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL, IF A MAN TELLS YOU HE WATCHEZ YOU, SEE YOU EVERYDAY GOIN' TO THE STORE..??
WATCHEZ YOU PICK UP YOUR KIDZ FROM SCHOOL.. TELLS YOU HOW SEXY AND THICK YOU ARE, HOW HE WANTS YOU TO HAVE SEX WITH HIM..
THE DAYZ JUST GROW STRANGER, SOMETIMES YOU FEEL YOUR LIFE IS REALLY IN DANGER..
WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN NO ONE BOTHERZ TO HEAR YA???
SCARED TO STEP OUT THE HOUSE, HOW YOU FEEL THOSE EYES ARE WATCHIN'.. GROWN ASS NIGGAZ STALKIN'..
TELL THIS MAN TO GET OUT MY FACE, BEFORE I HAVE TO GO CRAZY AND SLICE DIS' NIGGAZ FACE..
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