Текст песни Geto Boys - Mind Playing Tricks On Me
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Intro: ScarfaceI sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candlesOh that shit is on? HehLet me drop some shit like this here, real smoothVerse One: ScarfaceAt night I can`t sleep, I toss and turnCandle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burnedFour walls just starin at a niggaI`m paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the triggerMy mother`s always stressin I ain`t livin rightBut I ain`t going out without a fightSee, everytime my eyes closeI start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my noseIt`s somebody watchin the Ak` But I don`t know who it is, so I`m watchin my backI can see him when I`m deep in the coversWhen I awake I don`t see the motherfuckerHe owns a black hat like I ownA black suit and a cane like my ownSome might say, "Take a chill, B"But fuck that shit! There`s a nigga trying to kill meI`m poppin in the clip when the wind blowsEvery twenty seconds got me peepin out my windowInvestigatin the joint for trapsCheckin my telephone for tapsI`m starin at the woman on the cornerIt`s fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on yaVerse Two: Willie DI make big money, I drive big carsEverybody know me, it`s like I`m a movie starBut late at night, somethin ain`t rightI feel I`m being tailed by the same sucker`s head lightsIs 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 dollarsThought he had `caine but it was Gold Medal FlourReach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckersAin`t no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a motherfuckerHooked a left into Popeye`s and bailed out quickIf it`s goin down let`s get this shit over withHere they come, just like I figuredI got my hand on the motherfuckin triggerWhat I saw`ll make your ass start gigglinThree black, crippled and crazy senior citizensI live by the swordI take my boys everywhere I go, because I`m paranoidI keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners My mind is playin tricks on meVerse Three: ScarfaceDay by day it`s more impossible to copeI feel like I`m the one that`s doing dopeCan`t keep a steady hand because I`m nervousEvery Sunday mornin I`m in servicePrayin for forgivenessAnd tryin to find an exit out the businessI know the Lord is lookin at meBut yet and still it`s hard for me to feel happyI often drift while I driveHavin fatal thoughts of suicideBANG and get it over withAnd then I`m worry-free, but that`s bullshitI got a little boy to look afterAnd if I died then my child would be a bastardI had a woman down with meBut to me it seemed like she was down to get meShe helped me out in this shitBut to me she was just another bitchNow she`s back with her motherNow I`m realizing that I love herNow I`m feelin lonelyMy mind is playin tricks on meVerse Four: Bushwick BillThis year Halloween fell on a weekendMe and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatinRobbin little kids for bagsTill an old man got behind our assSo we speeded up the paceTook a look back, and he was right before our faceHe`d be in for a squabble no doubtSo I swung and hit the nigga in his mouthHe was goin down, we figuredBut this was no ordinary niggaHe stood about six or seven feetNow, that`s the nigga I`d be seein in my sleepSo we triple-teamed on himDroppin them motherfuckin B`s on himThe more I swung the more blood flewThen he disappeared and my boys disappeared, tooThen I felt just like a fiendIt wasn`t even close to HalloweenIt was dark as fuck on the streetsMy hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concreteGod damn, homieMy mind is playin tricks on me