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Geto Boys - Mind Playing Tricks On Me (Official Video) [Explicit]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
Vocals
Scarface
Scarface
Vocals
Willie D
Willie D
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Jordan
Brad Jordan
Songwriter
Doug King
Doug King
Songwriter
Isaac Hayes
Isaac Hayes
Songwriter
Willie James Dennis
Willie James Dennis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
Producer
Cliff Blodget
Cliff Blodget
Executive Producer
James Smith
James Smith
Producer
John Bido
John Bido
Producer
Prince Johnny C
Prince Johnny C
Producer
Roland
Roland
Producer
Scarface
Scarface
Producer
Simon Cullins
Simon Cullins
Producer
Willie D
Willie D
Producer

Lyrics

I sit alone in my four-cornered room Staring at candles Oh that shit is on? heh Let me drop some shit like this here Real smooth At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned Four walls just staring at a nigga I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger My mother's always stressing I ain't living right But I ain't going out without a fight See, everytime my eyes close I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose It's 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 trying to kill me I'm pumping in the clip when the wind blows Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window Investigating the joint for traps Checking my telephone for taps I'm staring at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you 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 being tailed by the same sucker's head lights 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 Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker But they're laughing at pow pies and buried that 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 motherfucking trigger What I saw'll make your ass start giggling Three black, 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 and 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 Playing for forgiveness And trying to find an exit out of the business I know the lord is looking at me But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy I often drift while 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 died then my child would 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 a weekend Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating Robbing little kids for bags Till 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 squab' no doubt So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth He was going down, we figured But this was no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven feet Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep So we triple-teamed on him Dropping 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 punching on the concrete God damn, homie My mind is playing tricks on me
Writer(s): Isaac Hayes, Brad Jordan, Doug King, Willie Dennis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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