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the pharcyde - illusions lyrics

yeah! what?

i know outside looking in the gr-ss is greener
keeping up with the joneses, got your pockets leaner
then jimmy dean making all the moves your making
yo do it in the burbs with the female shakin’
your head banging on walls, making collect calls
like tia and melissa trying to keep in touch
the same homies used to hit up for lunch
are the same ones leave ya’ in the cool, in the crunch

[chorus]
could it be that .. you got us trouble
could it be that .. don’t be sure now
could it be that .. you can’t just struggle
could it be that … illusion

huh, d-mn now i gotta brand new benz
d-mn so many brand new friends
but, when i didn’t have no benz
it was so new to frown and those who get down
you used to having everything sugar-coated
though you hear the radio up
and take it with the arm and roast it
i hate when n-ggas be trying to act all hard
when the cameras on
when the lights go off, they soft like
lamps in the camera hair
pharcyde gonna play the air and take you there
you know the routine, you know the episode
take ya’ cream, take your whole team to
a new city, gotta a new persona now
you can be whoever or whatever you wanna … wanna … wanna …

[chorus]
could it be that .. you got us trouble
could it be that .. don’t be sure now
could it be that .. you can’t just struggle
could it be that .. illusion

yo, what you see may not always be
every persons popularity and mtv
you’re barely 26 minutes, a yacht in the sea
hustling the streets, coming home at three
but what about a n-gga locked up with no plea
only seventeen rushed to emergency
didn’t make it he’s a boy, he struggled for, he’ll never see
i felt h-lla bad when his girl let off at me
there’s mice upon your man, give it all to the g’s and feds
i’m a do away the work will be in advance
it was on consignment, so the city ya’ fled
so much sh-t is wrong that you wish you was dead
on the escalator to heaven with the one night ticket
they say you got the blues like wilson pickett
you can’t kick it, cause you’re hot in every hood
got hyped on the game, but you misunderstood
the lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes
caught up in the candle light, and infiltrate your mind
the cash and the clothes, fake fans, real foes
wrong placed, wrong timed, well played, real close

get the bullsh-t outta my face
get the bullsh-t outta my face, huh
get the bullsh-t outta my face
get the bullsh-t outta my face

ya, ya
you need to stop fronting act like you got everything covered
but you ain’t really takin’ care of nothin’
you need to stop sweating and jokin’ fella
stop using all them smoke and mirrors
you need to focus
h-lla, please, don’t make me laugh …
your style is fake as the man cuttin’ a lady in half
huh, they use illusion tryna’ be illusive
known to stay true with the flow
and cruise on like a cruise ship

could it be that
could it be that .. you got us trouble
could it be that.. don’t be sure
could it be that.. you can’t just struggle
illusion
now….
could it be that… could it be that …

- the pharcyde lyrics

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