Illusions - The Pharcyde

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 …