Yo, yo, listen up, fam, let me drop this story, real talk, straight from the soul. This ain’t just a track; it’s a piece of me, born from the shadows, titled “PARANOID.”

Picture this, right? The spotlight’s on, blinding, but it ain’t about shine. It’s that cold glare, feelin' like every eye in the room’s a loaded gun. “Everyone’s gathering around just to see you,” yeah, but it ain’t for an encore, nah. “Hope you sing for last time.” That line, man, that’s the whisper in the back of your mind when you’re at your peak, but the vultures are circling, waiting for the fall. It’s the pressure, the envy, the silent wish for your downfall from folks who used to cheer.

“I got no thoughts in my brain, I got no feelings in my heart.” That’s the numbness, the self-preservation kicking in when the world’s throwing punches. You build walls, you shut down. “Pretending that’s okay, even everything falls apart.” The facade, man, we all wear it. Smiling through the storm, act like you’re invincible when inside, you’re crumbling.

And then, that betrayal hits. “I know you don’t deserve this, let’s break it even all purpose.” That’s the moment of clarity, realizing you’ve been played, used, abused. The “you” ain’t just one person; it’s the industry, the fake friends, the lovers who drained you. “Ain’t got one more chance, don’t know if I still deserve this.” That’s the self-doubt creeping in, the wounds so deep you question your own worth, your right to even try again.

“Everybody watch me risin', Don’t know when I was grindin'.” Oh, they see the glory, right? They see the diamonds, the sold-out shows. But they never saw the sleepless nights, the ramen noodles, the studio floor becoming your bed. They weren’t there for the struggle, only for the shine. And that’s where the silence comes from, that “Got me so fuckin silent.” You learn to keep your struggles locked away, ‘cause who really cares anyway?

Then the cut. “Once or more till my reputation – Hurt me with the words, Deceive me with your love.” This is the venom, the poisoned arrows shot from those you trusted. Words that sting deeper than any punch, love that turned out to be a cruel illusion. “Layin cold beside you, Just to hear me say ‘I love you’.” That’s the ultimate loneliness, the desperate plea for real connection in a world full of fakes, even when you know it’s a lie. You’re giving your all, pouring your heart out, just to get a flicker of something real, only to be met with ice.

And the outro, man, that’s the surrender, but with a twist. “And I see you tryna let me go, Just know that I should be your soul.” It’s recognizing the inevitable, the pushing away, but still, that deep, twisted connection. “Fuck I’ll never let you be so cold, Be happy baby when I’m gone.” This ain’t about letting go easily. It’s a defiant roar. If I’m leaving, if I’m gone, then at least let my absence bring you some damn peace. It’s the final sacrifice, the ultimate act of love and spite, knowing that your presence, your light, might be too much for some, and maybe, just maybe, they’ll find their happiness in your absence.
“PARANOID” is about that constant feeling of being watched, judged, and betrayed. It’s about the emotional scars, the struggle to stay true when the world’s trying to break you. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s coming straight for your speakers. Get ready.

Paranoid

BALEN