Chords for Geto Boys - Mind Playing Tricks On Me (Official Video) [Explicit]

I sit [Ebm] alone in my four [Fm] cornered room staring at [Ebm] candles _
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[F] And [Eb] I can't sleep I toss and [F] turn candlesticks in the [Ebm] dark visions of bodies being [F] burned
[Eb] What was just staring at a [F] nigga?
I'm paranoid been with my finger on the trigger
My mama's always stressing.
I am moving right, but [Ebm] I ain't going out without [F] a fight
See [Ebm] every time my eyes close [F] I start sweating the [Ebm] blood starts coming out [F] my nose
It's somebody watching yet, but I don't [Ebm] know who it is.
So I'm [F] watching my back
I can [Ebm] see him when I'm deep in the [F] covers when I [Ebm] awake.
I don't see the mother [F] fuck
He owns a [Ebm] black hat like I own [Eb] a black suit and a cane like [F] my own
Somebody [Ebm] say take a chill be [F] but fuck that shit.
[Bb] There's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm [Eb] popping in the clip when the wind blows every 20 seconds got me peeping out my [F] window
[Ebm] investigating the joint for [F] trash
[Ebm] Checking my telephone [F] text
I'm [Ebm] staring at the woman on the [F] corner.
It's fucked [Ebm] up when your mind's playing [Fm] tricks on [Eb] you.
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[F] _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Ebm] I [F] make big money
I [Ebm] drive big cars.
Everybody know me.
It's like I'm a movie star [F] but late at night
[Ebm] Something ain't right.
I [F] feel I'm being tell by the [Ebm] same suckers headlights
[F] That move that I [Ebm] ran out the box.
[F] What is it that nigga last [Ebm] week that I shot?
[F] What is it the one I'll be for $5,000 money had came but it was [Ebm] so mad a flower
[F] You're standing my seat.
I'm a [Ebm] proper father suckers.
They [F] don't need to be live.
I'm [Ebm] a scattered motherfucker
[F] Put the [Ebm] left and the Popeye's and [F] bad guy quick.
If [Ebm] it's $1 get this shit [F] over with it
[Ebm] It's not just like I figured [Eb] I got my head on the motherfucking [Bb] trigger
Well, [Ebm] I'm the gas start [F] giggling three black [Ebm] crippling crazy senior [F] citizen I [Ebm] live by the swamp
I take my boys everywhere I go because [F] I'm paranoid.
I keep [Ebm] looking over my shoulder [Fm] peeping around on us
My mind is playing [F] tricks on
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[F] Day by day is more [Ebm] possible to cope.
[Eb] I feel like I'm the one that's doing [F] dope
[Eb] Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning.
I'm in [F] service
[Ebm] praying for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out the [F] business [Eb] I know the Lord is looking at me
But yet still is all for me to feel [F] happy
[Ebm] often drift when I [F] drive
[Ebm] having fatal thoughts of [F] suicide
[Eb] I can get it over and [Db] then I'm worry-free, but that's [F] bullshit
I [Ebm] got a little boy to look after and if I died did my child be [F] a bastard
I had a woman down with me, [Eb] but to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me [Ebm] out in this
But to me she was just another [F] bitch now.
[Ebm] She's back with her mother
_ [Eb] Now realizing that I [F] love her now.
I'm feeling lonely
_ My mind is playing tricks on [Eb] me
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[F] This year Halloween fell on a weekend me and ghetto brother trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags till a [Ebm] no man got behind our [F] ass
So we speeded up the pace took a look back [Ebm] and he was right before [F] our face he'd [Ebm] be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his [F] mouth
He was going down.
We figured but this [Ebm] wasn't no ordinary [F] nigga
He [Ebm] stood about six or seven [F] feet.
That's the [Ebm] nigga.
I'll be seeing in my [F] sleep
[Ebm] So we triple teamed on [F] him
[Ebm] Dropping the motherfucking [F] bees on him the [Ebm] more I swung the more [F] blood flew
And [Ebm] my boys [F] disappeared too, [Ebm] then I felt just like a fiend it wasn't even close to [F] Halloween
It was [Ebm] fuck on the [Fm] streets my hands were all [Ebm] bloody but punching on the [F] concrete
God damn, homie
[Ebm] My mind is playing [Fm] tricks on me
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