Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Is It Real (My Mind Still Playin' Tricks On Me), artist - Willie D. Date of issue: 05.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Is It Real (My Mind Still Playin' Tricks On Me) |
| Is it fiction? |
| Is it fact? |
| Is it fake or reality? |
| All I know for sure |
| Is my mind’s still playing tricks on me |
| Here I go again, the same old shit |
| My mind is still playing tricks |
| 'Cause today when I left my residence |
| I heard we had a new black president |
| And he wasn’t no Uncle Tom |
| Rudy poof stankin' fetch house nigga scum |
| And white folks wasn’t planning to murder him kid |
| 'Cause they voted for him just like the blacks did |
| And this might sound reckless |
| But I got a loan on a brand new Lexus in Texas |
| If I’m lying I’m dying, everybody was color blind |
| Went to church and I gotta admit |
| Walked in, didn’t see one hypocrite |
| It appeared every single soul was reached |
| 'Cause the pastor practiced what he preached |
| Then I woke up in a cold sweat homie |
| My mind’s still playing tricks on me |
| Is it fiction? |
| Is it fact? |
| Is it fake or reality? |
| All I know for sure |
| Is my mind’s still playing tricks on me |
| I took a cold shower and I got dressed |
| It’s Christmas so I gotta look my best |
| Everybody going to my dear house |
| That’s my grandmother, and she the boss |
| As I drove up in my low |
| I saw cars on both sides of the road |
| Then I started saying 'what's up' to relatives |
| That I hadn’t seen in years |
| Walked up to grandma, and gave her a big smack |
| And she gave me one back |
| She said «there's plenty of food, Willie |
| Help yourself when you get into the mood» |
| I marked on the paper |
| As my man slammed bones on the domino table |
| The women played cards |
| And the children were playing in the front yard |
| It was getting late so I had to break |
| But yo, not before I ate |
| And gave grandma a goodbye kiss, nigga |
| I reached to hug her, but I couldn’t feel her |
| Fell to the ground and I snapped holmes |
| Looked up, and saw a bunch of headstones |
| My grandma’s name was on plot 11 |
| Now I remember, she died in '87 |
| It wasn’t close to Christmas or Halloween |
| I was at the cemetery having a daydream |
| And that’s real fucked up, homie |
| My mind’s still playing tricks on me |
| Is it fiction? |
| Is it fact? |
| Is it fake or reality? |
| All I know for sure |
| Is my mind’s still playing tricks on me |
| I used to make big money, drive big cars |
| Everybody know me, the fool who left the Geto Boys |
| Thought I could be a bigger nigga by going solo |
| But my record sales said no no |
| So did concert promoters and magazines |
| I went back to eating rice and lima beans |
| No more fancy restaurants |
| And I hadn’t seen the mall in months |
| Now why would I leave the group |
| Just when it’s starting to blow up, troop |
| I got tired of being famous, black |
| When my motherfucking pockets didn’t reflect that |
| I need help before I go left |
| 'Cause I’m starting to second guess myself |
| I know I can’t have a nigga fucking me |
| But I want to get back with the group, gee |
| Now if you believe that shit, duke |
| Your mind’s playing tricks on you, too |
| Is it real (5x) |