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Minds Playing Tricks On Me - text

[I Stand Alone In My Four Conner Room,
Staring At Candles. (Mannn Is This Shit On) ]

Yeah, Aye, Aye-o At Night I Cant Sleep,
I Toss And Turn, I Get Lost For Words,
Its Like I Lost My Nerves,
It All Started With My Chick About A B**** That I Hit,
That I Swear Aint S***,
But She Swear I Aint S***.

Awww Man Lord Help Her She Cant See What Im Sayin'
Or Hear What I Tell Her,
It Feel Like Im Talking To Helen, Keller
I Wish That She Could Understand Me,
Like A Shelter,
I Called Her Up And Said Im Tired Of Beefin' Told Her Im Leavin'
And That Shes Not Needed,
She Said Oh So You Just Done With Us, I Love
You Doe, Yeah Well That Makes One Of Us
I Hung Up.

I Got Tired Of My Living
Room Decor Then Headed To The Liqour
Store To Get Liqour, Swishor And A Stickor,
And Then Pull A Lift Off, Til I Buzz Like Clipors
And Pose Like A Clip Board, I Then Go
Somewhere I Had No Buisnees.
Er'body Hands Up So It Wasnt The Question.
I Started To Dippin',
It Take A Man With A Wooden
Cane In The Air To Reconize A Stick Up.

Hell Yeah The Ni***s Tried To Hit Me,
But Off A Whole Round Swear To God They Just Missed Me,
Then The Police Sirens Are Wrong.
They Took What They Saw Then Went Out The Back Door.
Sh*t I Hoped Off The Floor Tryna See Which Way They Went.
Mad Then A Motherf*ckin' B****.
Walked Back In To Make Sure Er'thang Was Cool.
Looked On The Floor Saw Blood By The Pool.
So I Asked The Clerk Dude Whats The Trouble.
No Response.
But His Face Seemed Puzzled.

I Walked Towards The Huddle To The Front Of The Crowd...
And Thats When I Saw Myself Strecthed Out.

See It Wasnt Til I Say My Own Body,
Then I Realized Them Pussy Ni***s Shot Me (Man)
Man I Couldnt Even Tell My B**** I Love Ha,
Man I Couldnt Even Kiss My Mother.
Aint That Some S*** Homie?
My Mind Is Playin' Tricks On Me....

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