SINGER: Geto Boys

SONG:My Mind Is Playin Tricks On Me

I sit alone in my four cornered room
starin at candles,
Yo that shit is on?
Let me drop some shit like this right here
Verse 1:
at night i cant sleep, i toss and turn,
candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned,
four walls just starin at a nigga,
im paranoid sleepin wit my finger on tha trigga,
my mutha's always stressin i aint livin right,
but i aint goin out witout a fight,
see every time my eyes close,
i start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose,
is somebody watchin me act,
but i dont no who it iss, so im watchin my back,
i can see 'em when im deep in tha covers,
when i awake i dont see tha mutha fuckas,
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 tryin to kill me,
im poppin in a clip when tha wind blows,
every 20 seconds got me peepin out my window,
investigatin the joint for traps,
checkin my telephone for taps,
im starin at the woman on the corner,
its fucked up when your minds playin tricks on ya,
Verse 2:
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 bein tailed by tha same suckas headlights,
through wit that food, then i ran out tha block,
wasnt it that nigga last week that i shot,
wasnt it the one i beat for 5 thousand dollas,
thought he had cane but it was gold metal flower,
you sit on my seat, grab a poppa for the suckas,
aint no used to me lyin, i was scareder than a mutha fucka,
put the lift in the pot pies and betta die quick,
if its goin down lets get this shit over wit,
here they come, just like i figured,
i got my hand on tha mutha fuckin trigga,
what i saw, make yo ass start gigglin,
3 black crippled an crazy senior citizens,
i live by tha sword,
i take my boys everywhere i go, because im paranoid,
i keep lookin ova my shoulda, peepin around cornas,
my mind is playin tricks on me,
Verse 3:
day by day its more impossible to cope,...
i feel like im tha one whos doin dope,
cant keep a steady hand because im nervous,
every sunday mornin im in service,
prayin for forgiveness,
an tryin to find an exit out tha business,
i know the lord is lookin at me,
but yet still its hard for me to feel happy,
i often drift when i drive,
havin fatal thoughts of suicide,
bang an get it ova wit,
an then im worry free, but thats bullshit,
i got little boy to look after,
an if i die then my child'll be a bastard,
i had a woman down wit me,
but to me it seemed she was down to get me,
she helped me out in this shit,
but to me she was just anotha bitch,
now shes back wit her mutha,
now im realizin that i love her,
now im feelin lonely,
my mind is playin tricks on me,
Verse 4:
this year halloween fell on a weekend,
me an geto boys are trick or treatin,
robbin little kids for bags,
til they old men got behind our ass,
so we speeded up tha pace,
took a look back, an he was right before our face,
he be in for a ? no doubt,
so i swung an hit tha nigga in his mouth,
he was goin down we figured,
but this wasnt no ordinary nigga,
he stood about 6 or 7 feet,
now thats the nigga i be seein in my sleep,
so we triple teamed on him,
droppin them mutha fuckin bees on him,
the more i swung the more blood flew
then he disappeared an my boys disappeared too,
then i felt just like a fiend,
it wasnt even close to halloween,
it was dark as fuck on tha streets,
my hands were all bloody, from punchin on tha concrete,
goddam homie,
my mind is playin tricks on me