Mother don't believe me
There's voices I know I heard
Never advocate for drugs
But they always worked for her
Patterns that I recognize
Get harder to ignore
There is government plates on that van
Parked right outside my door
I think someone is out to get me
And I know they're dangerous
They bug my clothes and trace my phone
And lace my angel dust
Someone is out to get me
And I know not what they seek
Someone is out to get me
Like a villain of the week
So I run, gotta run, gotta run, gotta run
But they always seem to know exactly what I'm thing of
So I'm sleeping in my car I'm tweaking in motels
I'm peeking through the blinds I don't think they mind the smell
Outside on the streets SUVs gather round
Oh my god I can see them
Feet don't fail me now
I seen it on the video so i know they're coming
So If you're reading this then I promise you
Someone is out to get me
And I can't give them the slip
I've shown evidence to relatives
They just tell me not to trip
Someone is out to get me
And I know not what they seek
They're always out to get me
Like a villain of the week
Someone is out to get me
And I don't know who they are
From LA to Canandaigua they've followed thus far
Someone is out to get me
And I don't know what they seek
Always out to get me
Like a villain of the week
So you better run
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