Mirages

[Verse 1: Blue November]
Uh
Don't get to thinking that you dangerous nigga
'Cause I've been waiting for a chance to fade a famous nigga
Nah I been waiting for the time that you gon' finally switch up
Flipping equipment to buy a meal, man I ran outta luck
Stuck my foot inside the ass of that four-leaf clover
It's always been art over bitches
Your niggas over snitches
Money over drugs but they coinciding to get ya
If it all crumbles down I'm a shooter not a witness
I'ma do it ain't no talking
You a Buick in a auction with abusable compartments
You just stepped in my department
Simply tell me what you wanna know, mirages in my ears
Simply be about your words, don't bend your meanings: persevere
Driven by the shit we kill for
"Planet Caravan" Sabbath posted on a kill post
Do this for my folk and 'em
Keep that bullshit all over there
Only real shit nigga no fake in here
Your ego stank in here, I cannot think in here
You pussy niggas on my head let's better pray this year
Better get that pen to writing (Writing)
I don't think you understand it (Stand it)
Over-stand, always mean what I say I'm blacking out
Nah, nah, nah, no backing out, no backing out
Mirages, mirages, mirages

[Verse 2: Zae The Philosopher]
That's all I fucking see that's all I fucking be, yeah
You gon' see me on TV in a couple of years or a couple of weeks
But I'm feeling real heavenly
Got my shit together tranquilizer but no ketamine
These other drugs is weird to me, Brodie
Suite life I'm feeling like Cody, shouts out to Zach
The pack is back do summersaults like acrobats
Mama said, "Go pack your bags!" Anxiety came after that
Playing hash tag taking drags straight up out the bag, dad
You wish that you could have that, nigga I just had that
I ain't even bag that, left her on the shelf
Night-vision goggles get me feeling stealth, caught up to my health
Burnt my soul and throat some more bick back I'm peeling bomfortable
You got what you get ain't no assumptions, ho
I was fucking ho's I tried to be cuffed that shit ain't enough
I need bitches that's trippin' with they own bottles they gripping
I like drama, and commas, and baby mommas with hummers
And white girls with Mercedes we can hotbox and get lazy
And Spanish mamis with boyfriends that just break up on the daily
Oh I caught you on a good night, what you doing out this late?
We lowkey is on a date
Shit I already felt this fate, I already felt this way
Hope that you can help this way
I hope that you can help this way

[Verse 3: Blue November]
I hope that you gon' see all the mirages were a ploy today
I hope that this don't ever change your mind about your life today
I hope that you gon' find it in yourself you have a lot to say
I hope that you gon' tell that person, really, "Shut the fuck up!"
And peep the perfection of mirages
Perception of your efforts turned symbolic
Piece of diamonds
Chains like a keystone
Gimme more I need more
Rearrange a nigga's face for a kilo
And peep the perfection of mirages
Perception of your efforts turned symbolic
Piece of diamonds
Chains like a keystone
Gimme more I need more
Rearrange a nigga's face for a kilo