Mind Playin' Tricks
Geto Boys Lyrics

I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
I spend my time alone, surrounded by four walls, lost in thought

At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
During the night, I struggle to find peaceful rest

Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
The dimly lit room evokes morbid thoughts of violence and death

Four walls just staring at a nigga
The walls seem to be watching and judging me

I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
I am constantly anxious, ready to defend myself at any moment

My mother's always stressin' I ain't living right
My mother constantly worries about my questionable lifestyle choices

But I ain't goin' out without a fight
I refuse to back down or surrender easily

Every time my eyes close, I start sweating and blood starts coming out my nose
When I try to sleep, fear consumes me and causes physical distress

It's somebody watching the Ak', but I don't know who it is so I'm watching my back
I have a constant sense of being observed, but I can't identify the source, so I remain vigilant

I can see him when I'm deep in the covers, when I awake I don't see the motherfucker
In my vulnerable moments, I sense his presence, but when I'm alert, he eludes me

He owns a black hat like I own, a black suit and a cane like my own
The mysterious figure resembles me in appearance with his black hat, suit, and cane

Some might say take a chill, B, but fuck that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
Others may advise me to calm down, but I refuse to ignore the fact that someone wants me dead

I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
I become extremely alert and prepare my weapon whenever I hear the wind

Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
I frequently check outside, suspicious of any signs of danger

Investigating the joint for traps, checking my telephone for taps
I meticulously search my environment for potential dangers or surveillance

I'm staring at the woman on the corner
I fixate my gaze on a woman standing on the street corner

It's fucked up when your mind's playing tricks on ya
It's distressing when your own mind deceives and torments you

I make big money, I drive big cars
I am financially successful and own luxurious vehicles

Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
I have gained significant fame and recognition, comparable to a celebrity

But late at night something ain't right
However, during late nights, something feels unsettling

I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's headlights
I suspect that I am being followed by someone with malicious intentions

Is it that fool that I ran off the block
Could it be the person I chased away from my neighborhood?

Or is it that nigga last week that I shot
Maybe it's the person I wounded in a previous incident

Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars, thought he had caine but it was Gold Medal flour
Perhaps it's the individual I swindled, mistaking their drugs for baking flour

Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
I instinctively reach for my gun, prepared to confront any enemies

Ain't no use to me lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker
There's no point in denying it, I was incredibly frightened

Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
I abruptly turned into Popeye's (possibly a fast-food restaurant) and swiftly exited my vehicle

If it's going down let's get this shit over with
If a confrontation is imminent, I prefer to resolve it quickly and decisively

Here they come just like I figured
As expected, my pursuers approach

I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
I firmly grip the trigger of my weapon

What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
You'll find it amusing what I witnessed

Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
Three elderly individuals who are visually impaired, physically disabled, and mentally unstable

I live by the sword
I embrace a lifestyle defined by violence and confrontation

I take my boys everywhere I go because I'm paranoid
I bring my close friends with me at all times due to a deep-seated sense of distrust and suspicion

I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
I maintain a constant vigilance, checking my surroundings for potential threats

My mind is playing tricks on me
I am tormented by my own distorted thoughts and perceptions

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
With each passing day, dealing with my circumstances becomes increasingly challenging

I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
I experience a sensation similar to being under the influence of drugs

Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
My hands tremble due to heightened nervousness

Every Sunday morning I'm in service, praying for forgiveness
Regularly attending religious worship, seeking absolution for my sins

And trying to find an exit out the business
Desperately seeking a way to leave my dangerous lifestyle behind

I know the Lord is lookin' at me
I am aware that God is observing my actions

But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
Nevertheless, it remains challenging for me to experience true happiness

I often drift while I drive
I frequently become lost in thought while operating a vehicle

Having fatal thoughts of suicide
Experiencing intense contemplation about ending my own life

Bang and get it over with, and then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
If I were to commit suicide, I would escape my worries, but that solution is not truly valid

I got a little boy to look after
I have a young son who depends on me for care and support

And if I died then my child would be a bastard
If I were to perish, my son would be left fatherless

I had a woman down with me
I had a romantic partner who was loyal and supportive

But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
However, I grew suspicious that she had ulterior motives and aimed to harm me

She helped me out in this shit
She assisted me in my predicament

But to me she was just another bitch
Yet, in my perception, she was merely a disloyal and deceitful woman

Now she's back with her mother
She has returned to living with her mother

Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I am coming to the realization that I still have feelings for her

Now I'm feeling lonely
However, I now experience a deep sense of loneliness

My mind is playing tricks on me
Once again, my own thoughts and perceptions are tormenting me

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
This particular year, Halloween occurred on a weekend

Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treating
Myself and the members of Geto Boys are participating in trick-or-treating

Robbing little kids for bags
We engage in theft, targeting young children for their candy bags

Till a old man got behind our ass
Until an elderly man started chasing after us

So we speeded up the pace
We increased our running speed

Took a look back and he was right before our face
Glancing behind, we realized he was incredibly close behind us

He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
It was clear that a physical altercation would ensue

So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
I struck the man forcefully in his face

He was going down, we figured
We assumed that he would be defeated easily

But this wasn't no ordinary nigga
However, he turned out to be an exceptional and powerful individual

He stood about six or seven feet
He possessed an imposing height, measuring approximately six or seven feet

Now that's the nigga I'd be seeing in my sleep
He is the same person who haunts my dreams

So we triple-teamed on him, dropping them motherfucking B's on him
All three of us attacked him together, delivering a barrage of blows

The more I swung, the more blood flew
As I repeatedly struck him, blood splattered everywhere

Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too
Suddenly, he vanished, and my companions also vanished

Then I felt just like a fiend
In that moment, I felt like a depraved and desperate individual

It wasn't even close to Halloween
Ironically, it was not anywhere near the actual Halloween date

It was dark as fuck on the streets
The streets were incredibly dark and eerie

My hands were all bloody, from punching on the concrete
My hands were covered in bloodstains, resulting from repeatedly striking the ground

God damn homey, my mind is playing tricks on me
Damn, my mind continues to deceive and torment me