[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