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Singles

1. Mind Playin' Tricks

   Lyrics: Mind Playin' Tricks

   I sit alone in my four-cornered room
   Staring at candles...
   "Yo! 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
   Candlesticks in 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 goin' out without a fight
   See, every time my eyes close
   I start sweating
   And blood starts coming out my nose
   They somebody watching me act
   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 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 poppin' in the clip when the wind blows
   Every 20 seconds got me peepin' out my windows
   Investigating the joint for traps
   Checking my telephone for taps
   I'm staring at the woman on the corna'
   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 being 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?
   Reached under my seat
   Grab my popper for the suckers
   Ain't no use to me lying
   I was scareder than a motherfucker
   Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
   "If it's goin' down then let's get the shit over with!"
   Here they come, just like I figured
   Got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
   What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
   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 looking over my shoulder
   And peeping around corners
   My mind's 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
   Praying for forgiveness
   And trying to find an exit out the business
   I know The Lord is looking at me
   And yet, it's still hard to feel happy
   I often drift when I drive
   Having fatal thoughts of suicide
   "Bang" and get it over with
   Then I'm worry free, but that's bullshit
   I gotta little boy to look after
   And if I die, then my child will be a bastard.