[Intro: trials & Sesta]

Your favourite rapper checks into hotels

I love the smell of paranoia in the morning

And sleeps with his sheets tucked in

It's fuckin' disgusting

I love the smell of paranoia

[Verse 1: trials]

Yeah

I'm bet I'm void of many things

Heaven-sent in disappointin' friends (Yep)

Time spent avoidin' them

If you cannot beat 'em, go and join a gym

Power's in my hands like I'm Iron Man

Quetzalcoatl type of plan, empty bottle, Vyvanse

You decline when I advance, make 'em look for dryer land

All I left behind was fertiliser and a whole entire diagram

Bomb pillars in your village, let it collapse

Even when you think you sad, I think I'm better at that (Facts)

All that product hyperbolic, I will break your fuckin' face before a promise

Sayin' what they say is simply economics

Even Steven, we all c'est la vie until that beat drop

Your favourite producer suck my style when they beatbox (Ooh)

I keep a lethal circle, ain't nobody fuckin' else

I roll a bunch of purple, pass the thing right to myself

Applause as I score the award for never showin' up

What you gonna do now? Write me a poem, bruz?

Rulin' my environment, I am like a Leviathan

Their songs get played on a small violin

Gods wanna make a mens, same shit, bigger lense

What's another couple stabs in the back between friends?

(Say what?) Same shit, bigger lense

What's another couple stabs in the motherfuckin' back?

I want more, more problems, more bodies in the freezer

They record it all and make a copy for my demons

[Chorus: Sesta]

It's so exhausting

I love the smell of paranoia in the morning

[Verse 2: Sesta]

Just a

Couple of weird cunts, no one'll come near us

Talk a lot of tough shit but nobody fear us

On the veneer, just a bit of a queer, but

I mean in that true sense, not that new sense

Not that there's anything wrong with that butt

Until you jam up somethin' so big it'll cramp up

It'll make a cripple stand up, plan was self-serve my shit

And make the bip noise when I scan stuff

That's real fuckin' G shit (Hahaha)

With a extra-large penish (What?)

Yeah, chuck your mum a fuckin' feed dish, fill it up with Weet-bix

A little bit of milk, then diss your daddy on the remix

My demons is tryna reason with me

But I am in agreement, they only preachin' to the choir

So when I press fire even Iron Dome

Prone to the flow, so most hopin' I don't, you little

[Refrain: Sesta]

Some call me scumbag, some call me cunt

Some call me hombre, some call me bruh

But I'm just a dumb fuck with trouble keepin' up

And if I cannot compete, well, I give up

[Chorus: Sesta]

It's so exhausting

I love the smell of paranoia in the morning

[Verse 3: Seth Sentry]

Ayy, I don't really know how to break the ice at parties, I just freeze it over

Make it even colder, then try pretend I don't even know ya (Hello)

Just put me in a pizza coma, a litre bottle of creamy soda

Leave me alone, I'm livin' la vida loca

Long as you're in your glasshouse, then I'ma be a stoner

Catch wreck, greenin' out like a meaty ogre

You're mediocre at best, so don't be messin' with this swamp shack's beefy owner unless you be Fiona

I'll put you through the screen like a Wii controller, hope you bought a strap

Before I snap (Yeah), I'll ring your neck before I call ya back

(Hello?) I heard you got some new important rap

I'm sure it's wack, I disappear into a flock of bats

Satanist, Salem witch paganist

Brain full of hatefulness, only hang with enablers (Do it)

Flame-grillin' painkillers, pills labelled as dangerous

Wavin' some staplers in the bank teller's face yellin' out, "Take me to where the paper is"

I'm still dodgin' these stray bullets

Saw this girl on Tinder like, "Now I know what an angel is"

Told me she craves realness and faithfulness

Came to the date lookin' like Shane Gillis with face fillers, haha

My favourite dinner course is intercourse

But I'ma finish mine before you finish yours

I said I'm out here tryna meet my future wife

I want a girl that's into pet play, so I can get desexed and euthanised

[Refrain: Seth Sentry]

Some call me scumbag, some call me cunt (What?)

Some call me hombre, some call me bruh (Bruh)

But I'm just a dumb fuck with trouble keepin' up (Yeah)

And if I cannot compete, well, I give up (See ya)

[Outro: Sesta]

I love the smell of paranoia in the morning

I love the smell of paranoia in the morning