Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Mind Playin Tricks On Me, artist - Geto Boys. Album song Uncut Dope, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
My Mind Playin Tricks On Me |
Intro: scarface |
I sit alone in my four-cornered room |
Staring at candles |
Oh that shit is on? |
heh |
Let me drop some shit like this here |
Real smooth |
Verse one: scarface |
At night I cant sleep, I toss and turn |
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned |
Four walls just staring at a nigga |
Im paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger |
My mothers always stressing I aint living right |
But I aint going out without a fight |
See, everytime my eyes close |
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose |
Its somebody watchin the ak But I dont know who it is, so Im watchin my back |
I can see him when Im deep in the covers |
When I awake I dont see the motherfucker |
He owns a black hat like I own |
A black suit and a cane like my own |
Some might say «take a chill, b» |
But fuck that shit, theres a nigga trying to kill me Im pumping in the clip when the wind blows |
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window |
Investigating the joint for traps |
Checking my telephone for taps |
Im staring at the woman on the corner |
Its fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you |
Verse two: willie d I make big money, I drive big cars |
Everybody know me, its like Im a movie star |
But late at night, somethin aint right |
I feel Im being tailed by the same suckers head lights |
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 five thousand dollars |
Thought he had caine but it was gold medal flour |
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers |
Aint no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker |
But theyre laughing at pow pies and buried that quick |
If its going down lets get this shit over with |
Here they come, just like I figured |
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger |
What I sawll make your ass start giggling |
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens |
I live by the sword |
I take my boys everywhere I go Because Im paranoid |
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners |
My mind is playing tricks on me Verse three: scarface |
Day by day its more impossible to cope |
I feel like Im the one thats doing dope |
Cant keep a steady hand because Im nervous |
Every sunday morning Im in service |
Playing for forgiveness |
And trying to find an exit out of the business |
I know the lord is looking at me But yet and still its hard for me to feel happy |
I often drift while I drive |
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide |
Bang and get it over with |
And then Im worry-free, but thats 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 shes back with her mother |
Now Im realizing that I love her |
Now Im feeling lonely |
My mind is playing tricks on me Verse four: bushwick bill |
This year halloween fell on a weekend |
Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating |
Robbing little kids for bags |
Till an old man got behind our ass |
So we speeded up the pace |
Took a look back and he was right before our face |
Wed be in for a squab no doubt |
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth |
He was going down, we figured |
But this was no ordinary nigga |
He stood about six or seven feet |
Now, thats the nigga Id been seeing in my sleep |
So we triple-teamed on him |
Dropping them motherfuckin bs 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 wasnt 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 |