Mind Playin Tricks On Me Lyrics - Geto Boys

Intro: Scarface 

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 

Verse one: Scarface 

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 

Verse two: Willie D 

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 

Verse three: Scarface 

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