My Mind Playin’ Tricks On Me Kottonmouth Kings

Hey hit this motherfucker
Hit that shit, hit that bitch
It's 4:20..
We got love..
Is this motherfucker on?

At night i can't sleep, i toss and turn
Chronic sticks in the door
Visions of bongs being burned
D-loc just call me a stoner
A paranoid smoker with my finger on my poker
People puffin stress ain't living right
But i ain't going out without my pipe
See every time I pull a load, i start sweatin, smoke starts coming out my nose
There's somebody slangin' some sacks
But i don't know who it is so I'm watching my back
It's a cop and he's deep undercover
When i toke i won't see the motherfuckers
He got a Caddy like our own
A sack of fruit and a bong like my own
Some might say, take a chill D
But fuck that shit there's a pig trying to diss me
I popped in the rip of my indo
Every 20 seconds i be smoking another bowl
Investigating joints for traps
Checkin my herb for a branch
I'm staring at my girl on the corner
It's fucked up when my mind's playing tricks on her