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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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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