Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bushwick Bill
Stimme und Gesang
Scarface
Stimme und Gesang
Willie D
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brad Jordan
Songwriter:in
Doug King
Songwriter:in
Isaac Hayes
Songwriter:in
Willie James Dennis
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bushwick Bill
Produzent:in
Cliff Blodget
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
James Smith
Produzent:in
John Bido
Produzent:in
Prince Johnny C
Produzent:in
Roland
Produzent:in
Scarface
Produzent:in
Simon Cullins
Produzent:in
Willie D
Produzent:in
Songteksten
[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
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 ****
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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 **** tryna kill me
[Verse 5]
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
[Chorus]
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind's playing tricks on ya
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that **** 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
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go because I'm paranoid
[Chorus]
I keep looking over my shoulder, peeping around corners
My mind is playing tricks on me
[Verse 11]
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
[Verse 12]
Praying for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is looking at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
[Verse 13]
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
[Verse 14]
I got a little boy to look after
And if I die, then my child'll be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me, it seemed like she was down to get me
[Verse 15]
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
[Chorus]
Now I'm feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me
[Verse 16]
This year, Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till a law man got behind our ass
[Verse 17]
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 **** in his mouth
[Verse 18]
He was going down, we figured
But this wasn't no ordinary ****
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that's the **** I'd be seeing in my sleep
[Verse 19]
So we triple teamed on him
Dropping them motherfucking Bs on him
The more I swung, the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
[Verse 20]
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
[Chorus]
Goddamn, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me
Written by: Willie Dennis, Isaac Hayes, Brad Jordan, Doug King