Prone to Bad Dreams

Lyrics

[Intro: Point Blank] Ha Yo, what's up, fool? It's me, your conscience, mothafucka Haha, you been makin' some fucked up moves I understand you livin' your life in that dream But if your dreams had to affect me, you better wake yo ass up Ha, What's your mothafuckin' problem, nigga? [Verse 1: Point Blank] Yo, I'm prone to bad dreams, so I sleep in a straight-jacket Society label me as mentally reactic So they put me in the Halfway home And for 10 long years, doctors fucked with my dome Shootin' dope in my arm just to calm me Strapped to the bed, 'cause I'm scared the nurses might harm me Capable of doin' almost anything Tear holes in my mattress, just to play with the box springs I can't eat a certain food, 'cause it hypes me Entice me full of negative energy; I feel funny Somethin' must be wrong with my clothes And my shoes too tight, either I got too many toes Man, I don't know why my mind lingers Haven't ate all day, but yet, and still, I'll lick my fingers Damn! I know I seen my homeboy, right in front of me But the staff laugh at me They think I was talkin' to myself, and asked: "Can we meet your homeboy?" I say "it's too late; he just left But we can catch him if we look out the window" "What window?" "God damnit, can't you see that damn window?" "Calm down, Point Blank, okay, he went home, now, look" I turned around, and the window was gone Then I dropped to my knees, and I cried Touched the wall, the window was gone, I could've died Slowly but surely, I looked up Now, I know that they know I know my mind's fucked up Please, if you can't cure me, Doc Just put me to sleep, and run a knife through my body, Doc Steady havin' flashbacks of homicide scenes So I sleep in a straight-jacket, 'cause I'm prone to bad dreams Hahahahaha [Hook: Scarface, Point Blank] At night, I can't sleep Wake your ass up, wake your ass up At night, I can't sleep Wake your ass up, wake your ass up Prone to bad dreams, so I sleep in a straight-jacket At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Prone to bad dreams, so I sleep in a straight-jacket At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn [Verse 2: Point Blank] Wakin' from a deep sleep, jumpin' to my fuckin' feet Readin' in the paper, 5 dead, found in the street Did I kill 'em? Was it me? Am I the killer? Can it be? I think it was, but fuck that shit, it'll all come back, bit by bit Burnin' bodies at the stake, watch 'em bleed, watch 'em shake Smell the smoke, hear the pain, I bet you think that I'm insane I was born stillborn, but my mother didn't mourn I fell out in a field, so I'm a child of the corn Triple-six is in my head, the number of the beast I react murder acts, therefore, they keep me on a leash So I nailed 'em to the wall, and stabbed 'em in the face I'm definitely insane, so there's no murder case Left 'em in the house, and on the wall, he rotted You ask about the bodies? Shit, I say the rats, they got it But fuck 'em, I won't sweat it, I'll live, and I'll forget it Nigga got away with a murder, caught a habit, and I fed it To the fullest in each verse, his blood is what I thirst Punk bitch, frontin' like he are hard, fuck it, kill him first Even though I have mood swings, it's not what it seems Point Blank is just a mothafucka prone to bad dreams [Hook: Scarface, Point Blank] At night, I can't sleep At night, I can't sleep Prone to bad dreams, so I sleep in a straight-jacket At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Prone to bad dreams, so I sleep in a straight-jacket At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn [Outro: Point Blank] Hahahaha Somebody Somebody Somebody help me, h-h-h-h-help-help Some-somebody, help me, help me Wake-wake-wake-wake-wake me up Uh, uh, ugh