a lie rolling down to my bed gather and through my head it's not a fake thang my love i don't wanna make your love an illusion i believe in you, don
some' What's wrong with you son? Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one? Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one while I'm in the Limited
no passion surrounds me All I know is I've heard this all before Reality's a bore (is a bore) You ask me to believe in something fake, well I can't bring
attraction Not afraid to pay the price for action Never mind, just roll the dice forget your pride Anything to make it, you wanna be Not too proud to fake
the agency for the clients Hypocritical giants, morally non-compliant Orally armed to do bodily harm Polluted, recruited and suited judicial charm And the defense isn't making any sense Faking
Walking to the other side With the Devil trying to take my mind And my soul's just a silhouette On the ashes of a cigarette Illusions never fake their
tryin' to tell you something that you prolly should know this that slumdog millionaire Bollywood flow and ahh, my real friends never hearing from me fake
and the weather is shitty Everybody?s on the paper chase, its one big rat race Everybody got a screw face So many too fake Checking the height, they say
don't have to think about problems anymore I can make you believe in anything I know that everything's changed But a month of this illusion just so
snakes and fakes Ain't the one, you get hung like drapes (Think I am?) And it's proven, point blank, that's the conclusion Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion
that's always up late Planet Ais the revolutionary slash nut case A witchcraft black magic, data load up computers A spread the message wrote to you where, when I show illusions
I thought I lost it but I found it Temptation marches along till I'm surrounded Inspired by fire the sensual illusion Caught between the crossfire anger
thought I lost it but I found it temptation marches along till I'm surrounded inspired by fire the sensual illusion caught between the crossfire anger
mic And salt like they really gon' do some' What's wrong with you, son? Oh, you got a new gun Do you know how to use one? Then you livin' an illusion
some' What's wrong with you son? Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one? Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one While I'm in the
a blinded eye? I find it I just wanna scream mutha fucka die [Chorus] - 2X [Aceyalone] Itty bitty footsteps, aches and pains You wanna stake the claim Someone should fake
Mixtapes by wack DJ's adds doo doo play I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion On videos
