Point Blank - Prone To Bad Dreams Lyrics
[Voice]Hah... Hell what's up fool?It's me your conscience motha*****a...You been making some *****ed up moves...I understand you live your life in a journey but if yaDreams try to fake me you better wake your ass up...What's your motha*****ing problem nigga?Yo I'm prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight jacketSociety labels me as mentally reacticSo they put me in the halfway homeAnd for 10 long years doctors *****ed with my domeShooting dope in my arm just to calm meStrapped to the bed cause I'm scared that nurses might harm meCapable of doing almost anythingTeared holes in my matress just to play with the?I can't eat the certain food cause it hypes meAnd ties me full of negative energy, I feel funnySomething must be wrong with my clothesEither my shoes' too tight, either I got too many toesMan, I don't know when my mind lingersHaven't ate all day but yet and still I'll eat my fingersDamn, I know I see my homeboy right in front of meBut the staff laughing meThey think I was talkin to myself and asked:(Can we meet your homeboy?), I say it's too late: he just leftBut we can catch him if we look out the window(What window?) God damn it, can't you see that damn window?(Calm down, Point Blank... Ok, he went home, now look...)I turned around and the window was goneThen I dropped to my knees and I criedTouched the wall, the window was gone, I could've diedSlowly but surely I look upNow I know that they know I know that my mind's *****ed upPlease, if ya can't cure me, docJust put me to sleep and run a knife thru my body, docSteady having flashbacks of homicide scenesSo I sleep in a straight-jacket cause I'm prone to bad dreams..."... 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..."Waking from a deep sleep jumping to my *****ing feetReading in the paper: 5 deads found in the streetDid I kill'em? Was it me? Am I a killa? Can it be? I think it wasBut ***** that shit, it call come back...Bit by bit, burning bodies at the stakeWatch them bleed, watch them shakeSmell the smoke, hear the painI bet you think that I'm insaneI was born stillborn but my mama didn't mournI fell out in a field so I'm a child of the cornTriple-six is in my head, the number of the beastI react murder acts, therefore they keep me on a leashSo I nail them on the wall and stab them in the faceI'm definitely insane so it's no murder caseLeft them in the house and on the wall?You ask about the bodies? Should I say the rest?They got it but ***** them, I won't sweat it, I live and I forget itNigga got away with a murder, caught a habit and I fed it...To the fullest in this verse, his blood is what I thirstPunk *****, fronting like you are hard, ***** it, kill him firstEven tho' I got mood swings it's not what it seemsPoint Blank's just a motha*****a prone to bad dreams..."... 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
