paroles de chanson Mind Playing Tricks on Me - Geto Boys
I
sit
alone
in
my
four-cornered
room
staring
at
candles
Oh
that
shit
is
on?
Heh
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
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
trying
to
kill
me
I'm
poppin'
in
a
clip
when
the
wind
blows
Every
twenty
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
is
playin'
tricks
on
ya
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
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
Reach
under
my
seat,
grabbed
my
popper
for
the
suckers
Ain't
no
use
to
be
lying,
I
was
scareder
than
a
motherfucker
Ed
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
I
keep
looking
over
my
shoulder
and
peeping
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
mornin'
I'm
in
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
Havin
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
playin'
tricks
on
me
This
year
Halloween
fell
on
a
weekend
Me
and
Geto
Boyz
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
squable
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
motherfuckin'
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
God
damn,
homie
My
mind
is
playin'
tricks
on
me
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