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Karaokê Mind Playing Tricks on Me - Geto Boys

Esta música é uma versão de Mind Playing Tricks on Me, popularizada por Geto Boys

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Tempo: variável (aproximadamente 94 BPM)

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Mi♭m

A música começa a capella

Duração: 05:17 - Visualizar: 02:36

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Ano de lançamento: 1991
Estilos: Rap & Hip-Hop, Em inglês
Autor Original: Brad Jordan, Willie James Dennis, Doug King, Isaac Lee Hayes

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Letra Mind Playing Tricks on Me

I sit alone in my four-cornered 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
Is 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 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's 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 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 five thousand 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 worry-free 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
This year, Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin'
Robbin' little kids for bags 'till 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 triple-teamed 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

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