Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Illusions , by - The Pharcyde. Song from the album Humboldt Beginnings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.07.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Illusions |
| I know outside looking in the grass 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 |
| 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, damn now I gotta brand new Benz |
| Damn 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 niggas 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 … |
| 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 nigga 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 hella 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 shit 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 bullshit outta my face |
| Get the bullshit outta my face, huh |
| Get the bullshit outta my face |
| Get the bullshit 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 |
| Hella, 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 … |