
Mind Playing Tricks On Me (Radio Version) Geto Boys
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[Intro: Scarface]
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
[Cool that, man. We on the radio.]
Oh, we on the radio, dude?
[yeah.]
Oh, alright
[Verse 1: Scarface]
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls closing in, gettin bigger
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressin' I ain't living right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See, every time my eyes close
I start sweating and blood starts coming out my nose
It's somebody watching the Ak'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watching my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I hear em call "burn the rubber"
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 I can't G, cuz there's somebody trying to kill me
I'm poppin' in the clip when the wind blows
Every 20 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 messed up when your mind's playing tricks on ya
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
[Cool that, man. We on the radio.]
Oh, we on the radio, dude?
[yeah.]
Oh, alright
[Verse 1: Scarface]
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls closing in, gettin bigger
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressin' I ain't living right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See, every time my eyes close
I start sweating and blood starts coming out my nose
It's somebody watching the Ak'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watching my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I hear em call "burn the rubber"
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 I can't G, cuz there's somebody trying to kill me
I'm poppin' in the clip when the wind blows
Every 20 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 messed up when your mind's playing tricks on ya
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