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Mind Playing Tricks On Me Lyrics By Geto Boys

    i sit alone in my fourcornered room
    starin’ 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
    candlesticks in the dark visions of bodies bein’ burned
    four walls just starin’ at a nigga
    i’m paranoid sleepin’ with my finger on the trigger
    my mother’s always stressin’ i ain’t livin’ right
    but i ain’t goin’ out without a fight
    see every time my eyes close
    i start sweatin’ and blood starts comin’ out my nose
    it’s somebody watchin’ the ak’
    but i don’t know who it is so i’m watchin’ 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 tryin’ to kill me
    i’m poppin’ in the clip when the wind blows
    every 0 seconds got me peepin’ out my window
    investigatin’ the joint for traps
    checkin’ my telephone for taps
    i’m starin’ at the woman on the corner
    it’s fucked up when your mind’s playin’ tricks on ya

    willie d
    i make big money i drive big cars
    everybody know me it’s like i’m a movie star
    but late at night somethin’ ain’t right
    i feel i’m bein’ tailed by the same sucker’s headlights
    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 5000 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 me lyin’ i was scareder than a motherfucker
    hooked a left into popeye’s and bailed out quick
    if it’s goin’ down let’s get this shit over with
    here they come just like i figured
    i got my hand on the motherfuckin’ trigger
    what i saw’ll make your ass start gigglin’
    three blind crippled and crazy senior citizens
    i live by the sword
    i take my boys everywhere i go because i’m paranoid
    i keep lookin’ over my shoulder and peepin’ around corners
    my mind is playin’ tricks on me

    day by day it’s more impossible to cope
    i feel like i’m the one that’s doin’ dope
    can’t keep a steady hand because i’m nervous
    every sunday morning i’m in service
    prayin’ for forgiveness
    and tryin’ to find an exit out the business
    i know the lord is lookin’ at me
    but yet and still it’s hard for me to feel happy
    i often drift when i drive
    havin’ fatal thoughts of suicide
    bang and get it over with
    and then i’m worryfree but that’s bullshit
    i got a little boy to look after
    and if i die then my child’ll 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 feelin’ lonely
    my mind is playin’ tricks on me

    4 bushwick bill
    this year halloween fell on a weekend
    me and geto boys are trickortreatin’
    robbin’ little kids for bags
    ’til a lawman 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 goin’ down we figured
    but this wasn’t no ordinary nigga
    he stood about six or seven feet
    now that’s the nigga i be seein’ in my sleep
    so we tripleteamed on him
    droppin’ them motherfuckin’ b’s 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 punchin’ on the concrete
    goddamn homie
    my mind is playin’ tricks on me

    Artist: Geto Boys

    Year: 1991

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 359