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Geto Boys
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My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me
Lyricist:Dennis Willie, Dennis Willie James, Hayes Isaac, Hayes Isaac Lee, Jordan Brad, King Doug
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 Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned Four walls just staring at a nigga I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigga
My momma's always stressing I ain't living right But I ain't going out without a fight See, everytime 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 cane like my own Some might say, 'Take a chill, B' But fuck that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in a clip when the wind blows Every twenty 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 is playing tricks on you
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 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
Reached under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker Hooked a left into Popeye's and beared down 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 giggling Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword, I take my boys everywhere I go Because I'm paranoid Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 the service
Praying for forgiveness And trying to find an exit out of 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 when 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-treating 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 figga'd But this wasn't no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven feet Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him Dropping them motherfucking beads 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 Goddamn, homie, my mind is playing tricks on me
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