Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mirage, artist - Casey Veggies. Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Song language: English
Mirage |
| Yeah |
| Aw, man |
| Yessir |
| It’s the please don’t be mistaken it now |
| Young niggas we created the sound |
| Y’all niggas recreated the sound |
| I’m tired of watching niggas faking it now |
| When I drop this time I ain’t taking shit down |
| I’m done waiting, yeah, my patience went down |
| This rap game tryna play with me now |
| I’m too cocky, I can’t walk with a frown |
| 60 shows we just running around |
| With Mac Meezy on tour in your town |
| (Long live Mac Miller) |
| Once fresh veggies two touchdown |
| Me and Rockie finna shut shit down |
| My brother from Chi-Town |
| Like Neptunes, they all clones |
| I ain’t nothing like what y’all on |
| I’m like a spokesman for the unknown |
| I’m like a coach for a real rap song |
| I’m getting close, this that one yard zone |
| On my own wave I go |
| I can’t lose faith no more |
| The devil wanna take my soul |
| It’s scars in them lines I wrote |
| My swag, yeah, it can’t be sold |
| I just had to find my gold |
| I been dreaming since like eight years old |
| I always knew that I could make shit grow |
| And we can take shit there |
| Real shit is on the rise, I can feel it in the air |
| But it feel like a mirage, yeah, 'cause it ain’t really there |
| Like they’re getting a massage, all them people in the chair |
| Like they don’t listen |
| Or maybe they don’t know my story or they don’t get it |
| Why they sleeping on the boy like he don’t spit it? |
| It’s like your flow the stock joint and my flow kitted |
| I’m like the one you really want 'cause it’s so different |
| I ain’t fucking with nobody that don’t see my vision |
| I’m God’s son, how you gon' question my religion? |
| She doubted me at first, didn’t think that I could stay committed |
| Just keep it playa, don’t you ever try to play me, nigga |
| I was getting to that bag while you babysit her |
| I fell in love but I just got too complacent with her |
| This rap shit the only thing that ever made me figures |
| They tried to put me in a box, but now I’m coming with it |
| I had to show the world that I ain’t just another nigga |
| I’m 'bout to invest in some stocks this year, I’m coming different |
| On my own wave I go |
| I can’t lose faith no more |
| The devil wanna take my soul |
| It’s scars in them lines I wrote |
| My swag, yeah, it can’t be sold |
| I just had to find my gold |
| I been dreaming since like eight years old |
| I always knew that I could make shit grow |
| And we can take shit there |
| Real shit is on the rise, I can feel it in the air |
| But it feel like a mirage 'cause it ain’t really there |
| Feel like a mirage, yeah, 'cause it ain’t really there |
| Dreaming since like eight years |
| Dreaming since like eight years |
| Dreaming since like eight years old |
| I always— |
| I make hits recording at the trap spot |
| Now I got shit lit like a matchbox |
| Yeah, this that dope shit, I spit that crack rock |
| Been winning so long that I’m past hot |
| Don’t ever let them niggas know your plans 'cause they gon' down it |
| At 18, 200 bands, don’t need no more allowance |
| I hit it out the park once she put me on the mound |
| Mike & Keys on the beat so you know it’s going down |
| So you know it’s going down |
| Yeah, you know it’s going down |
| Yeah, you know it’s going down |
| On my own wave I go |
| I can’t lose faith no more |
| The devil wanna take my soul |
| It’s scars in them lines I wrote |
| My swag, yeah, it can’t be sold |
| I just had to find my gold |
| I been dreaming since like eight years old |
| I always knew that I could make shit grow |
| And we can take shit there |
| Real shit is on the rise, I can feel it in the air |
| But it feel like a mirage 'cause it ain’t really there |