Mother, don't believe me 'Cause voices I know I heard Never advocate for drugs, but they always work 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 thinking 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, please don't film me now I've seen it on the video, so I know that they're coming So if you're reading this, 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 Go One time, two times, three times, four times Someone is out to get me And I don't know who they are From L.A. To Canandaigua They followed me this 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