Lyrics:
Vi- Vision blurry off the liquor
It'll get Clearer
Once I get picture
Trick I aint with all the smoke and mirrors
Bad bitch shotgun Swerved then she
they was standing still.
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by.
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then
back window with a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off when you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up
SMOKE & MIRRORS
Written by J. Leblanc/G. Madden
You make your way through the facade
It’s hard to see, see the light
In an attempt to stave off
of chewing the chewed
Never satisfied
Like a fire covered by smoke
A mirror covered by dust
An embryo covered by the womb
I'm buried in lust
still
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then the taillight was all you
instilled inside my head
Lost cause
Cold case
Had me seeing red
Lock jaw
Bit down on a barrel
By the river bed
Smoke and mirrors
I was raised with the fear
I'm the only one by your side
Nobody seems to keep up with your light
Evil seems to work over time
Keep at the battle for your mind
Smoke and mirrors
losing grip
Empty spaces
Filled with traces
All that I've built
Turned to dirt
But All are traces
Smokes and mirrors
Let me see clearer
Oh i
I'm
Heat shadows
Flame horizons
Smoke burns
In reason's dusk
Tears fading
The ends of will
Ending disdain
The ends of now
Doom's dreary day
Tombs
yeah you're looking right through me.
And please, be wise, it's easy to be fooled by your own eyes baby, your eyes
Don't let smoke and mirrors make
Ayy
Woke up in woke up in
Soundin' real godly
Quavo
Seven Rollie grams of flex
Woke up in Paris
Broke all the mirrors (that lean)
Must mean
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
Under the command The most impotent avenious Deluded by reality To share a truly rare state of mind Stare blind The smoke and mirrors The glance
town's got one foot in the grave
And I'd rather take my chances out in Burma Shave
Presley's what I go by, why don't you change the stations?
Count
thought was real is not
It was all just smoke and mirrors
(Smoke in mirrors)
All alone
Fell into this hole in life
It felt so harsh, but it all became so
the mirror, not pretty enough
And digital images reducing love
My roommate enslaved by expectations above
And then I see the face of my mother
A first
Cause everyone in this stinking town's got one foot in the grave
And I'd rather take my chances out in Burma-Shave'
'Presley's what I go by, why don't
everyone in this stinking town's got one foot in the grave
And I'd rather take my chances out in Burma Shave
Presley's what I go by why don't you change
The words between the frown
When salvation was a mystified joke
Her passion broke the mirror in the smoke
And it spoke...
When the tears in the moonlight
Was
She wanna smoke
Baby let's smoke
Yea
I'm tryna tell these niggas
Gotta get our shit together
I'm looking in the mirror
Staring at the fucking devil
Man
They're blowin' smoke in mirrors
Putting pressure on me
But I'm harder than an old black jack oak tree
Tell me I'm a sinner
Never claimed to be
like a motion picture
We’re blinded by Smoke ‘n’ Mirrors
And lies that were told to give
A desire to go and buy
All the things we that can't afford
We're
Smoking barrel in hand, the ground is covered by magnificent light.
I just shot an angel, it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
A clean
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