Mind Playing Tricks on Me
Geto Boys Lyrics


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I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that shit is on?
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth

At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks 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 stressin' 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
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 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 popping 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's playing 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 something 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
Thought he had caine but it was Gold Medal flour
Reached under my seat, grabbed 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 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 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 is playing tricks on me

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
Praying for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin' at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift when I drive
Having 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

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
'Til a old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down we figured
But this wasn't no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that's the nigga I'd be seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them motherfucking B's on him
The more I swung, the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punching on the concrete




Goddamn, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me

Overall Meaning

The Geto Boys's song "Mind Playing Tricks on Me" is a haunting portrayal of paranoia and fear, detailing the inner turmoil of a man on the brink of losing his mind. The song begins with the singer describing how he is isolated and staring at candles, setting a somber and intense mood. He goes on to confess that he can't sleep, plagued by dark visions of bodies burning and feeling like someone is watching and might try to kill him. The weight of this fear takes a physical toll on him, causing his nose to bleed and making him sweat profusely. He tries to protect himself by sleeping with his finger on the trigger, constantly checking for traps and tapping his phone. However, despite his best efforts to stay safe, his paranoia only grows as he begins seeing things like a black-hatted man in his room.


The second verse starts off with a shift in tone, with the singer boasting about his wealth and fame. However, this confidence doesn't last long as he becomes convinced that someone is following him, possibly even someone he has had conflicts with in the past. He imagines being trailed by the same headlights and feeling like he's being hunted. His paranoia and sense of danger are so palpable that he even reaches for his gun when he pulls into a fast food restaurant, preparing for a potential attack. The final verse takes a more confessional tone, with the singer admitting that he is struggling to cope with his state of mind. He contemplates suicide, but ultimately decides he can't leave his son fatherless. He reflects on his past relationships and regrets how he treated people close to him. The song ends with a surreal story about the singer and the Geto Boys robbing kids on Halloween, only to encounter a towering figure who they attack before he disappears.


Line by Line Meaning

I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
I'm alone in a room, looking at candles.


At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
I can't sleep at night and feel restless.


Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
In the dark, I see candlesticks and imagine people being burned.


Four walls just staring at a nigga
I feel like the walls are watching me.


I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
I'm afraid and sleep with my finger on the trigger of a gun.


My mother's always stressin' I ain't living right
My mother always tells me that I'm not living a good life.


But I ain't goin' out without a fight
I'm not going to give up easily if someone tries to harm me.


See, every time my eyes close
Whenever I close my eyes.


I start sweating and blood starts coming out my nose
I start sweating and bleeding from my nose.


It's somebody watching the Ak'
Someone is watching me, but I don't know who it is.


But I don't know who it is so I'm watching my back
I'm cautious and aware of my surroundings.


I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
I can see him when I'm in bed and covered with blankets.


When I awake I don't see the motherfucker
When I wake up, I don't see the person.


Some might say take a chill, B
Some might suggest that I calm down.


But fuck that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I don't care, there's someone who wants to kill me.


I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
I'm getting my gun ready whenever I hear a noise.


Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
I'm checking out the window every twenty seconds.


Investigating the joint for traps
I'm searching for any potential traps or dangers.


Checking my telephone for taps
I'm checking my phone for any listening devices.


I'm staring at the woman on the corner
I'm suspicious and watching the woman standing on the street corner.


It's fucked up when your mind's playing tricks on ya
It's frustrating when your mind makes you paranoid and scared.


I make big money
I earn a lot of money.


I drive big cars
I own expensive cars.


Everybody know me
Many people know who I am.


It's like I'm a movie star
People treat me like a celebrity.


But late at night something ain't right
I feel uncomfortable and uneasy at night.


I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's headlights
I feel like someone is following me in their car.


Is it that fool that I ran off the block
Could it be the person I previously chased away?


Or is it that nigga last week that I shot
Could it be the person I shot last week?


Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Could it be the one I took money from?


Thought he had caine but it was Gold Medal flour
I thought the person had drugs, but it was flour.


Ain't no use to me lying
There's no point in lying.


I was scareder than a motherfucker
I was extremely scared.


Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
I turned left and quickly left the area.


If it's going down let's get this shit over with
If something is going to happen, let it happen quickly.


Here they come just like I figured
They showed up, as I expected.


I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
I have my hand on the gun trigger.


What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
What I saw will make you laugh.


Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I saw three old, disabled and insane people.


I live by the sword
I believe in fighting and living dangerously.


I take my boys everywhere I go because I'm paranoid
I bring my friends with me everywhere because I'm paranoid and scared.


I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
I constantly check my surroundings, looking for potential dangers.


My mind is playing tricks on me
I'm paranoid and my thoughts are making me scared.


Day by day it's more impossible to cope
Dealing with life gets harder every day.


I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
I feel like I'm addicted to drugs, even though I'm not.


Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
I can't keep my hands steady because I'm anxious.


Every Sunday morning I'm in service
Every Sunday morning I attend church.


Praying for forgiveness
I pray to be forgiven for my sins.


And trying to find an exit out the business
I'm trying to find a way out of my current situation.


I know the Lord is lookin' at me
I believe that God is watching me.


But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
Despite this, I find it hard to be happy.


I often drift when I drive
I often get distracted while driving.


Having fatal thoughts of suicide
I'm having thoughts of killing myself.


Bang and get it over with
Shoot myself to end it quickly.


And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I'll be free of worries but that's not true.


I got a little boy to look after
I have a son that I need to take care of.


And if I died then my child would be a bastard
If I died, my son would be fatherless.


I had a woman down with me
I had a girlfriend who supported me.


But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
I felt like she was trying to harm me.


She helped me out in this shit
She assisted me in my troubles.


But to me she was just another bitch
But I lost respect for her and think of her poorly.


Now she's back with her mother
She's gone back to live with her mother.


Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I see that I have feelings for her.


Now I'm feeling lonely
Now that she's gone, I feel alone.


My mind is playing tricks on me
My thoughts are making me feel paranoid and scared.


This year Halloween fell on a weekend
This year, Halloween was on the weekend.


Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treating
Me and the Geto Boys are going trick-or-treating.


Robbing little kids for bags
We're stealing candy bags from kids.


'Til a old man got behind our ass
Until an old man started chasing us.


So we speeded up the pace
We started running faster.


Took a look back and he was right before our face
We turned our heads and he was very close to us.


He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
A fight with him was inevitable.


So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
I punched him in the face.


He was going down we figured
We thought he was going to fall down.


But this wasn't no ordinary nigga
But he was not an ordinary person.


He stood about six or seven feet
He was extremely tall.


Now that's the nigga I'd be seeing in my sleep
That's the person that appears in my dreams at night.


So we triple-teamed on him
We all started attacking him at the same time.


Dropping them motherfucking B's on him
We used vulgar language and insults against him.


The more I swung, the more blood flew
The more I punched, the more blood splattered.


Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too
He disappeared, and so did my friends.


Then I felt just like a fiend
I felt like a drug addict.


It wasn't even close to Halloween
It wasn't even close to Halloween anymore.


It was dark as fuck on the streets
It was extremely dark outside.


My hands were all bloody, from punching on the concrete
My hands were covered in blood from punching the ground.


Goddamn, homie
This is terrible, man.


My mind is playing tricks on me
My thoughts are making me feel paranoid and scared.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Isaac Hayes, Joseph Johnson, Brad Jordan

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@chrissyjo420

@@chiefkeef6405 hey man, I really don't mean to diss you but you got it all wrong. If you count out modern rap you're missing out on some amazing storytelling and poetry. Here are some of my favorite songs in that respect, please check some out you'll love it man
Story 2 - clipping. (or any of their shit, they have an entire fucking album about a runaway slave on a slave spaceship, and the ship falling in love with him. one of their latest singles actually samples Mind Playing Tricks on Me)
Up My Sleeves- Death Grips
Wesley's Theory- Kendrick
God Has Nothing to Do With This Leave Him Out of It- Backxwash
Shattered Dreams- Earl Sweatshirt
When it Rain- Danny Brown
Thursday in the Danger Room- Run the Jewels
Reborn- Kanye West & Kid Cudi
Queer- Brockhampton
Casket Pretry- noname



All comments from YouTube:

@BDeity

1st verse: Delusion
2nd verse: Paranoia
3rd verse: Regret
4th verse: Blackout
The true stages of grief.

@raleighwashington601

True

@optimaprime8970

Facts

@hassancruz3513

You sums it all 👌🏾

@ToneSupreme

Bro Grief is Denial,Anger,Bargaining,Depression, Acceptance 😂😂😂😂

@optimaprime8970

@@ToneSupreme everyone interprets the process differently. Especially through song. Not everything fits clinical description. Obviously 250 plus people agree so he can't be that far off the mark.

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@isaacpeachey8609

This song is really ahead of it’s time lyrically. When most rappers would laugh at the flaws and weaknesses of others, these guys were talking about real mental health problems.

@Super000x000

It is also because is one of the first songs about something that rappers started to talked about way later.

@jy5254

This a classic tweaker song

@russellgordon6716

Fuu

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