Tom: D minor•
Verse 1
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I sit alone in my four-cornered room
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room staring at candles
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Oh that shit is on?
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Let me drop some shit like this here,
Verse 2
real smooth
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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 nigga
I'm paranoid,
sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressin'
I ain't living right
But I ain't goin' 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 motherfucker
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 nigga trying to kill me
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
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind's playing
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tricks on ya
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Verse 3
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
Is it that fool that I ran off the block
Or is it that nigga 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
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
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
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
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Verse 4
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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
Praying for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin' at me
But yet and still it's hard for
me to feel happy
I often drift when I drive
Having fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free,
but but that's bullshit
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 shit
But to me she was just
another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing
Now I'm feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me
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Verse 5
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This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys
are trick-or-treating
Robbing Robbing Robbing
little kids for bags
'Til a old man got behind our ass
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
nigga in his mouth
He was going down we figured
But this wasn't no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that's the nigga I'd be
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see ing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on on him
Dropping them motherfucking 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 fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody,
from punching on the concrete
Goddamn, homie
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My mind is playing tricks on me
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