Lyrics Mind Playin Tricks On Me - ABK, Insane Clown Posse, Lil Wyte

Mind Playin Tricks On Me

I showed up at your high school prom
With an axe in my motherfuckin' palm
Oh, later for that?
Oh, we about to get into that mind, huh?
Alright
At night I can’t sleep, I stress, concerned
Imagination attacks, I’m seein' bodies bein' burned
Four walls closin' in, I’m panicin'
Starin' at the ceilin', froze like a mannequin
My mother’s always stressin' I ain’t livin' right
I go to war with my own mind every night
See me prayin' with my eyes closed
Mad sweaty, and blood starts oozin' out my nose
There’s somebody watchin' outside
I just shiver in bed, playin' dead, tryin' to hide
I feel the shadow loomin' over my covers
But when I look, I don’t see the mother fuckers
On my hatchet, reflections of a red moon
Talkin' backwards in the corner of my bedroom
Some might say, «Take a chill, B.»
But I can’t see, it’s like somebody’s tryin' to kill me
I’m poppin' in my clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peepin' out my windows
I hear a scream every time I doze off
Big grandfather clock rocks when it goes off
Maybe I’m just too lonely
My mind’s playin' tricks on me
I fly Faygos and fuck fat broads
Everybody know me;
Dark Carnival star
But late at night, somethin' ain’t right
I feel I’m bein' tailed by the same fuckin' headlights
Is it that fool I beat down with Mike Clark
Or is it that punk that I choked in the park
Or is it the mark I took for five thousand dollars
Thought I sold him yay, but it was Gold Medal flour
Reached in the back, grabbed the chopper for these busters
Ain’t no use to me lyin', I was scareder than a motherfucker
Made a left on Jefferson and jumped out quick
If it’s goin' down, bitch, let’s get this shit over with
Here they come, so fuck it, I’m ready
I got my hand on my bloody machete
What I saw’ll make your ass start gigglin'
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
Woo, the drama avoided
I take my boys everywhere I go because I’m noided
I keep lookin' over my shoulders, peekin' around corners
My mind’s playin' tricks on me
Yeah, Lil Wyte, Lil Wyte
Day by day, it’s more impossible to cope
That’s because I’m the one that’s doin' dope
Can’t keep a steady hand, because I’m nervous
The Devil won’t allow me in service
Prayin' for forgiveness
And tryin' to make a billion out the business
I know the Devil’s lookin' at me
But yet and still, it’s hard for me to feel happy
I often drunk when I drive
Call me vehicular homicide
I’m 'bout to get it over with
I like to smoke and drink, I get full, bitch
I got two little girls to look after
And if I die, they’ll end up datin' little bastards
I had a bitch down with me
But to me it seemed like she was out to get me
She ain’t helped me out in this shit
So to me now she just another bitch
Now she layin' back where they made her
I already know that I hate her
Now I bet she’s lonely
I got a new bad bitch, homie
This year, Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and the Juggalos was trick-or-treatin'
Robbin' richie boys for bags
'Til the 5−0 got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He was 'bout to keep me down, no doubt
So I swung and punched him dead in the mouth
His bitch ass was goin' down, we figured
And if he don’t, then I’ma have to pull the trigger
Put his body down six or seven feet
In other words, lay his ass to sleep
Had to triple team on him
Rob the motherfuckin' couple G’s he had on him
The more I shot, the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my ninjas disappeared too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn’t even close to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punchin' on the concrete
Goddamn, homie
My mind’s playin' tricks on me