Текст песни Point Blank - Prone to Bad Dreams
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[Voice]Hah... hell, what`s up, fool?It`s me, your conscience, motherfucker...You been making some fucked up moves...I understand you live your life in a journey but if yadreams try to fake me you better wake your ass up...What`s your motherfuckin problem, nigga?Yo, I`m prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacketSociety labels me as mentally reacticSo they put me in the halfway homeAnd for 10 long years doctors fucked with my domeShooting dope in my arm just to calm meStrapped to the bed cause I`m scared that nurses might harm meCapable of doing almost anythingTearin holes in my mattress just to play with the box springsI can`t eat the certain food cause it hypes meIt types me full of negative energy; I feel funnySomething must be wrong with my clothesEither my shoes` too tight, either I got too many toesMan, I don`t know when my mind lingersHaven`t ate all day but yet and still I`ll eat my fingersDamn, I know I see my homeboy right in front of meBut the staff laughed you see they think I was talkin to myself and asked:"Can we meet your homeboy?" I say it`s too late: he just leftBut we can catch him if we look out the window"What window?" God damn it, can`t you see that damn window?"Calm down, Point Blank... okay, he went home, now look..."I turned around and the window was goneThen I dropped to my knees and I criedTouched the wall, the window was gone, I could`ve diedSlowly but surely I look upNow I know that they know I know that my mind`s fucked upPlease, if ya can`t cure me, DocJust put me to sleep and run a knife through my body, DocSteady having flashbacks of homicide scenesSo I sleep in a straight-jacket cause I`m prone to bad dreams..."...at night I can`t sleep..." -> ScarfaceWake your ass up...Wake your ass up..."...at night I can`t sleep..." -> ScarfaceWake your ass up...Wake your ass up...Prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket..."...at night I can`t sleep, I toss and turn..." -> ScarfaceProne to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket..."...at night I can`t sleep, I toss and turn..." -> ScarfaceWaking from a deep sleep jumping to my fucking feetReading in the paper: 5 deads found in the streetDid I kill`em? Was it me? Am I a killa? Can it be? I think it wasBut fuck that shit, it call come back...Bit by bit, burning bodies at the stakeWatch them bleed, watch them shakeSmell the smoke, hear the painI bet you think that I`m insaneI was born stillborn but my mama didn`t mournI fell out in a field so I`m a child of the cornTriple-six is in my head, the number of the beastI react murder acts, therefore they keep me on a leachSo I nail them on the wall and stab them in the faceI`m definitely insane so it`s no murder caseLeft em in the house and on the wall they rottedYou ask about the bodies? Should I say the rest?They got it but fuck them, I won`t sweat it, I live and I forget itNigga got away with a murder, caught a habit and I fed it...To the fullest in this verse, his blood is what I thirstPunk bitch, fronting like you are hard, fuck it, kill him firstEven tho` I got mood swings it`s not what it seemsPoint Blank`s just a motherfucka prone to bad dreams..."...at night I can`t sleep..." -> ScarfaceWake your ass up...Wake Your ass up..."...at night I can`t sleep..." -> ScarfaceWake your ass up...Wake Your ass up...Prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket..."...at night I can`t sleep, I toss and turn..." -> ScarfaceProne to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket..."...at night I can`t sleep, I toss and turn..." -> Scarface