Mind Playing Tricks On Me (Rond B Mix "Original") Songtext
von Geto Boys

I sit alone in my four cornered room
Staring at candles
Yo, that shit is on?
Let me drop some shit like this here, yes

At night, I can′t sleep
I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark
Visions of bodies being burned

Four walls just staring 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 going out without a fight
See, every time my eyes close
I start sweating
And blood starts coming out my nose
Is somebody watching me act?
But I don′t know who it is
So I'm watching my back


I can see ′em 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 tryna kill me

I'm poppin′ in the clip when the wind blows
Every 20 seconds got me peepin′ out my window
Investigating the joint for traps
Checkin' my telephone for taps
I′m staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when ya mind is playing 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, something ain′t right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same suckers 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 five thousand dollars?
Thought he had Caine, but it was gold made of flour


Reached under my seat, grabbed a pumper for the suckers
'Cause ain′t no used to me lying, I was scared er than a motherfucker
Whipped a left in the Popeyes
And barreled out 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 motherfuckin′ trigger
What I saw 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
Peeping around corners
My mind is playing tricks on me

Day by day, it′s more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that′s doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning I′m in service
Prayin′ for forgiveness
And tryna find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is looking at me
But yet, it's still hard for me to feel happy
I often drift when I drive

Having 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 die, then my child will 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 playing tricks on me

This year, Halloween fell on the weekend
Me and Geto boys are trick-r-treating
Robbin little kids for bags
'Til an old 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 squabble, no doubt

So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going 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 triple teamed on ′em
Droppin' them motherfuckin′ B's on ′em
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 playing tricks on me