Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mind Playing Tricks On Me, artist - Geto Boys. Album song We Can't Be Stopped, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Mind Playing Tricks On Me |
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles |
Oh, that shit is on? |
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth |
At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn |
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned |
Four walls just staring at a nigga |
I’m paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger |
My mother’s always stressin' I ain’t living right |
But I ain’t going out without a fight |
See, every time my eyes close |
I start sweating and blood starts coming out my nose |
It’s somebody watching the Ak' |
But I don’t know who it is, so I’m watching my back |
I can see him when I’m deep in the covers |
When I awake I don’t see the motherfucker |
He owns a black hat like I own |
A black suit and a 'caine like my own |
Some might say, «Take a chill, B.» |
But fuck that shit! |
There’s a nigga trying to kill me |
I’m poppin' in the clip when the wind blows |
Every 20 seconds got me peeping out my window |
Investigating the joint for traps |
Checking my telephone for taps |
I’m staring at the woman on the corner |
It’s fucked up when your mind’s playing tricks on ya |
I make big money, I drive big cars |
Everybody know me; |
it’s like I’m a movie star |
But late at night, something ain’t right |
I feel I’m being tailed by the same sucker’s headlights |
Is it that fool that I ran off the block? |
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot? |
Or is it the one I beat for 5000 dollars? |
Thought he had 'caine, but it was Gold Medal flour |
Reached under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers |
Ain’t no use to me lying |
I was scareder than a motherfucker |
Hooked a left into Popeye’s and bailed out quick |
If it’s going down, let’s get this shit over with |
Here they come just like I figured |
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger |
What I saw’ll make your ass start gigglin' |
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens |
I live by the sword |
I take my boys everywhere I go, because I’m paranoid |
I keep looking over my shoulder |
And peeping around corners; |
my mind is playing tricks on me |
Day by day it’s more impossible to cope |
I feel like I’m the one that’s doing dope |
Can’t keep a steady hand, because I’m nervous |
Every Sunday morning I’m in service |
Praying for forgiveness |
And tryin' to find an exit out the business |
I know the Lord is looking at me |
But yet and still it’s hard for me to feel happy |
I often drift while I drive |
Having fatal thoughts of suicide |
Bang and get it over with |
And then I’m worry-free, but that’s bullshit |
I got a little boy to look after |
And if I died then my child would be a bastard |
I had a woman down with me |
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me |
She helped me out in this shit |
But to me she was just another bitch |
Now she’s back with her mother |
Now I’m realizing that I love her |
Now I’m feeling lonely |
My mind is playing tricks on me |
This year Halloween fell on a weekend |
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin' |
Robbing little kids for bags |
Till a law man got behind our ass |
So we speeded up the pace |
Took a look back and he was right before our face |
He’d be in for a squabble, no doubt |
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth |
He was going down we figured |
But this wasn’t no ordinary nigga |
He stood about six or seven feet |
Now that’s the nigga I’d be seeing in my sleep |
So we triple-teamed on him |
Dropping them motherfucking B’s on him |
The more I swung, the more blood flew |
Then he disappeared and my boys 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 punching on the concrete |
God damn, homie |
My mind is playing tricks on me |