GETO BOYS - Mind Playin Tricks On Me lyrics

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Intro: scarface<br><br>I sit alone in my four-cornered room<br>Staring at candles<br>Oh that shit is on? heh<br>Let me drop some shit like this here<br>Real smooth<br><br>Verse one: scarface<br><br>At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn<br>Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned<br>Four walls just staring at a nigga<br>I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger<br>My mother's always stressing I ain't living right<br>But I ain't going out without a fight<br>See, everytime my eyes close<br>I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose<br>It's somebody watchin' the ak'<br>But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back<br>I can see him when I'm deep in the covers<br>When I awake I don't see the motherfucker<br>He owns a black hat like I own<br>A black suit and a cane like my own<br>Some might say take a chill, b<br>But fuck that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me<br>I'm pumping in the clip when the wind blows<br>Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window<br>Investigating the joint for traps<br>Checking my telephone for taps<br>I'm staring at the woman on the corner<br>It's fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you<br><br>Verse two: willie d<br><br>I make big money, I drive big cars<br>Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star<br>But late at night, somethin ain't right<br>I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights<br>Is it that fool that I ran off the block<br>Or is it that nigga last week that I shot<br>Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars<br>Thought he had 'caine but it was gold medal flour<br>Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers<br>Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker<br>But they're laughing at pow pies and buried that quick<br>If it's going down let's get this shit over with<br>Here they come, just like I figured<br>I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger<br>What I saw'll make your ass start giggling<br>Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens<br>I live by the sword<br>I take my boys everywhere I go<br>Because I'm paranoid<br>I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners<br>My mind is playing tricks on me<br><br>Verse three: scarface<br><br>Day by day it's more impossible to cope<br>I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope<br>Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous<br>Every sunday morning I'm in service<br>Playing for forgiveness<br>And trying to find an exit out of the business<br>I know the lord is looking at me<br>But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy<br>I often drift while I drive<br>Havin fatal thoughts of suicide<br>Bang and get it over with<br>And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit<br>I got a little boy to look after<br>And if I died then my child would be a bastard<br>I had a woman down with me<br>But to me it seemed like she was down to get me<br>She helped me out in this shit<br>But to me she was just another bitch<br>Now she's back with her mother<br>Now I'm realizing that I love her<br>Now I'm feeling lonely<br>My mind is playing tricks on me<br><br>Verse four: bushwick bill<br><br>This year halloween fell on a weekend<br>Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating<br>Robbing little kids for bags<br>Till an old man got behind our ass<br>So we speeded up the pace<br>Took a look back and he was right before our face<br>We'd be in for a squab' no doubt<br>So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth<br>He was going down, we figured<br>But this was no ordinary nigga<br>He stood about six or seven feet<br>Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep<br>So we triple-teamed on him<br>Dropping them motherfuckin b's on him<br>The more I swung the more blood flew<br>Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too<br>Then I felt just like a fiend<br>It wasn't even close to halloween<br>It was dark as fuck on the streets<br>My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete<br>God damn, homie<br>My mind is playing tricks on me