Chords for Nether Hour "Mind Playing Tricks on Me" | Geto Boys Cover

[C] _ [Dm] Y'all mind if we do [Am] some Houston [Dm] shit in here tonight?
Goddamn it.
I [E] don't think we've ever done this shit here.
_ [Am] Oh, yeah, [Dm] strip verse.
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_ _ I [Dm] can't sleep.
I tossed [Am] and turned candles in the [Dm] dark.
I'm just [Am] _ _ [Dm] standing my [Am] way.
I'm never gonna sleep with my finger on the trigger.
[Dm] Mama's always just [Am] right.
[Dm] But I ain't going out without [Am] a fight.
[Dm] Every time I [Am] start sweating and blood starts coming out, I know [Dm] it's somebody watching [Am] me act.
Maybe I [Dm] don't know who it is.
So [Am] watch my back.
I [Dm] see one deep in [Am] the cover.
When I wake, I don't see that motherfucker.
No, he [Dm] owns a black hat like I [Am] own.
Hey, a [Dm] black suit and a cane like [Am] my own.
Some [Dm] might say take a chill [Am] fever.
Fuck that shit.
I got somebody trying [Em] to kill me.
[Dm] I'm robbing every little [Am] rim blows.
Every [Dm] 20 seconds I be peeping [Am] out my window.
[Dm] Investigating a joint [Am] for trash, baby.
Checking my telephone for tax, baby.
[Dm] Staring at the woman [Am] on the corner.
[Dm] Just fucked up with your mind [Am] playing tricks on [Dm] you.
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[C] _ Hey.
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[Dm] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ [Am] Five o'clock, home.
_ _ Day by day, [Dm] it's more impossible to cope, baby.
I feel like I'm the one [Am] that's doing dope.
[Dm] Can't keep a steady hand because I'm [Am] nervous.
Every Sunday morning I'm in service.
[Dm] Pray for forgiveness.
I'm just trying to find an exit out of this.
I know the Lord is looking at [Am] me.
This shit is hard for me to feel happy.
[Dm] I'll be [Am] driven when I die.
[Dm] I think I'm a dark suicider.
My bank get all wet.
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And then I'm worry free, but that's bullshit.
[Dm] I got a little [Am] more to live.
[Dm] And if I die, then my child [Am] will be a bastard.
[Dm] I had a woman [Am] down with me.
[C] But to me, it seemed like she was out to get [Dm] me.
She helped me [Am] out in this shit, baby.
[Dm] But to me, she was just another bitch.
Now she's back with her [Am] mother.
[C] And now I'm realizing that I love her, [Dm] baby.
Now I'm feeling [Am] lonely, goddamn.
[Dm] My [Am] mind's playing tricks on me.
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Jaron [B] Marshall, y'all.
Come on.
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_ _ This [Dm] year Halloween fell on [Am] a weekend.
[Dm] Me and all the boys were trick [Am] or treating.
[Dm] We're robbing all these fools [Am] for bags.
And telling them we got behind our ass.
[Dm] So we speed up the [Am] pace.
Took a look [Dm] back.
And he was right [Am] before our face.
[Dm] He'd been here for a squab, no doubt.
[C] So I swung and I hit the ground.
[Dm] He was going down.
We figured, well, this was an ordinary blood.
I said about six, seven.
[D] That's the serial killer I've been seeing in my sleep.
[Dm] So we triple teamed on.
You tried dropping them motherfucking bees on me.
The more I swung, the more blood flew.
[C] And it disappeared, and my boys disappeared [Am] too.
[Dm] And I felt just like a fiend.
Because it wasn't even close to [Am] Halloween.
It was [Dm] dark, and it was fog on [Am] the streets.
And my hands was [B] all bloodied from punching on the [Am] concrete.
_ [Dm] Goddamn, homie.
I swear my mind's playing tricks on me.
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[C] _ _ [Am] A little friendly rendition of a Ghetto Boys song. _ _