Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mind Playin Tricks On Me, artist - ABK. Album song The Mighty Death Pop! Box Set, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
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 |