| Look at myself I see my face
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| In blurry visions everyday
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| Smoke 'n' mirrors
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| Blind me from the way
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| Smoke 'n' mirrors
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| Blind me from the way
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| I see your hidden agenda
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| Had to send me shit, but I’m killing the sender
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| Riding on my shit, then I left it to render
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| And nigga I’m the shit, came up with like I’m Slender
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| Man, I’m on a high one
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| Counting all my worries (Oh no, I’ve got none)
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| Counting all my monies (Oh wait, you want some)
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| Suck one, I don’t give a shit
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| And I’m not wearing your tees
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| I’ve got my old girls
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| Now here, chilling on knees
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| I’ve got my new girls
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| Now here, willing to please
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| I’m on the next ting, quick ting
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| Why not check things
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| Still I’m still a young ting
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| Ain’t that something
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| Living life like I never thought I could
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| With my team here around and everything is all good
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| And then I
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| Look at myself I see my face
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| In blurry visions everyday
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| Smoke 'n' mirrors
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| Blind me from the way
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| Smoke 'n' mirrors
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| Blind me from the way
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| I grew up poor
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| Everyday I wore that same dirty Yankee cap
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| Roll over my eyes, I didn’t want to talk to no one I was angry
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| fast-forward to a month ago I was in the new era
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| Office and they let me take what I like imagine that
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| I guess things do change
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| Couldn’t afford family holidays growing up
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| But today I been on two planes
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| Never begged it, why you have to go making a scene
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| My bars go over heads like Michelangelo painting a ceiling
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| Life’s like a motion picture
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| We are blinded by smoke and mirrors
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| And lies we’re told to give up her the desire
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| To go and buy all the things we can’t afford but convinced that we need
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| I just want to be happy and not live on the street
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| They fucking with my chakra, I’m just tryna do me
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| You idealize some guy that’s lying and hide behind the jewelry
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| Their heart is empty and their soul is hollow
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| Living like there’s no tomorrow
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| I know every moments borrowed
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| Smoke 'n' mirrors
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| Blind me from the way
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| Smoke 'n' mirrors
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| Blind me from the way
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| I don’t wanna get lost on this long road
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| I’ve been looking for something hoping it unfolds
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| But I see a lot of smoke in the air
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| Another look in the mirror but the reflection is unknown
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| I’m a grown man loosing my mind
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| I tell myself I’m doing just fine too many times
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| But man a dead weight, my boy say, «get your head straight»
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| I’m like «brother you can say that again»
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| But I never would imagine this chain of events
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| I remember when I just wanted some fame in the ends
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| Trying to do all the same as my friends
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| And it’s funny how I switched up, maybe sing your next song
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| Why we wanna see clear looking through the
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| I don’t wanna be here, when I get a glimpse
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| Look at myself I see my face
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| In blurry visions everyday
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| Smoke 'n' mirrors
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| Blind me from the way
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| Smoke 'n' mirrors
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| Blind me from the way |