| Hah… hell, what’s up, fool?
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| It’s me, your conscience, motherfucker…
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| You been making some fucked up moves…
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| I understand you live your life in a journey but if ya
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| Dreams try to fake me you better wake your ass up…
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| What’s your motherfuckin problem, nigga?
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| Yo, I’m prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket
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| Society labels me as mentally reactic
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| So they put me in the halfway home
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| And for 10 long years doctors fucked with my dome
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| Shooting dope in my arm just to calm me
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| Strapped to the bed cause I’m scared that nurses might harm me
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| Capable of doing almost anything
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| Tearin holes in my mattress just to play with the box springs
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| I can’t eat the certain food cause it hypes me
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| It types me full of negative energy; |
| I feel funny
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| Something must be wrong with my clothes
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| Either my shoes' too tight, either I got too many toes
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| Man, I don’t know when my mind lingers
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| Haven’t ate all day but yet and still I’ll eat my fingers
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| Damn, I know I see my homeboy right in front of me
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| But the staff laughed you see
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| They think I was talkin to myself and asked:
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| «Can we meet your homeboy?» |
| I say it’s too late: he just left
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| But we can catch him if we look out the window
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| «What window?» |
| God damn it, can’t you see that damn window?
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| «Calm down, Point Blank… okay, he went home, now look…»
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| I turned around and the window was gone
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| Then I dropped to my knees and I cried
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| Touched the wall, the window was gone, I could’ve died
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| Slowly but surely I look up
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| Now I know that they know I know that my mind’s fucked up
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| Please, if ya can’t cure me, Doc
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| Just put me to sleep and run a knife through my body, Doc
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| Steady having flashbacks of homicide scenes
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| So I sleep in a straight-jacket cause I’m prone to bad dreams…
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| «…at night I can’t sleep…» -] Scarface
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| Wake your ass up… Wake your ass up…
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| «…at night I can’t sleep…» -] Scarface
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| Wake your ass up… Wake your ass up…
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| Prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket…
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| «…at night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn…» -] Scarface
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| Prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket…
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| «…at night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn…» -] Scarface
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| Waking from a deep sleep jumping to my fucking feet
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| Reading in the paper: 5 deads found in the street
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| Did I kill’em? |
| Was it me? |
| Am I a killa? |
| Can it be? |
| I think it was
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| But fuck that shit, it call come back…
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| Bit by bit, burning bodies at the stake
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| Watch them bleed, watch them shake
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| Smell the smoke, hear the pain
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| I bet you think that I’m insane
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| I was born stillborn but my mama didn’t mourn
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| I fell out in a field so I’m a child of the corn
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| Triple-six is in my head, the number of the beast
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| I react murder acts, therefore they keep me on a leach
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| So I nail them on the wall and stab them in the face
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| I’m definitely insane so it’s no murder case
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| Left em in the house and on the wall they rotted
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| You ask about the bodies? |
| Should I say the rest?
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| They got it but fuck them, I won’t sweat it, I live and I forget it
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| Nigga got away with a murder, caught a habit and I fed it…
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| To the fullest in this verse, his blood is what I thirst
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| Punk bitch, fronting like you are hard, fuck it, kill him first
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| Even tho' I got mood swings it’s not what it seems
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| Point Blank’s just a motherfucka prone to bad dreams…
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| «…at night I can’t sleep…» -] Scarface
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| Wake your ass up… Wake Your ass up…
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| «…at night I can’t sleep…» -] Scarface
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| Wake your ass up… Wake Your ass up…
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| Prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket…
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| «…at night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn…» -] Scarface
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| Prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket…
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| «…at night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn…» -] Scarface |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prone to Bad Dreams, artist - Point Blank. Album song Prone 2 Bad Dreams: The Remixes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп