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点击复制I sit alone in my four cornered room
Staring at candles
Oh that sh*t is on heh
Let me drop some sh*t like this here
Real smooth
At night I can't sleep I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a n**ga
I'm paranoid sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressing 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 don't see the motherf**ker
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 f**k that sh*t there's a n**ga trying to kill me
I'm pumping 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 f**ked up when your mind is playing tricks on you
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 head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block
Or is it that n**ga last week that I shot
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Had coc*ine but it was gold medal flour
Reach under my seat grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to be lying I was Scareder than a motherf**ker
But they're laughing at pow pies and buried that quick
If it's going down let's get this sh*t over with
Here they come just like I figured
I got my hand on the motherf**king trigger
What I saw'll make your a** start giggling
Three black 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 d**e
I feel like I'm the one that's doing d**e
I feel like I'm the one that's doing d**e
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning I'm in service
Playing for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out of the business
I know the lord is looking at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Having fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then I'm worry free but that's bullsh*t
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 sh*t
But to me she was just another b**ch
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
Till an old man got behind our a**
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
We'd be in for a squab no doubt
So I swung and hit the n**ga in his mouth
He was going down we figured
But this was no ordinary n**ga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that's the n**ga I'd been seeing in my sleep
So we triple teamed on him
Dropping them motherf**king b's on him
Dropping them motherf**king b's on him
Dropping them motherf**king 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 f**k on the streets
My hands bloody bloody punching punching on the concrete
God d**n homie
My mind is playing tricks on me