Chris Brown — Mirage

[Intro: Chris Brown] Yikes! Haha, where we at with it? Help me out Haha Bounce Yeah Like some poor juices, ain't you been good with that? Hahaha [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Eyes must be wide shut Liquor got you open, closin' your blinders Just in case you need a friendly reminder Let me take this bullet, bullet out my head (Ow!) Change your body, need advisor Car too big, but fuck it, don't need a driver (Nah) All me want is a girl who be a rider (Yeah) Can't believe she pull it, pull it Nigga gun, gun pow [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] But she want me to hold her, hold her down (Haha) Sorry boo boo, you gets no love, no love now (No love, no love) Must be cuckoo, got me fucked up (Haha), fucked up, wow (Got me fucked up) You know a nigga ain't gon' hold ya, hold ya down [Chorus: Chris Brown] I'm a mirage Ha, fuck I look like? I'm a mirage (Haha), haha What the fuck I look like? (Yikes!) It's all in your mind, your mind Fuck I look like? Open your eyes, you're blind What the fuck I look like? [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Yeah, girl, your mind should apologize to ya Keep on tellin' all of those crazy lies to ya You believe 'em all, don't wanna accept the truth Who the fuck you kiddin', kiddin', what's the use? Sad to see you playin' the fool You don't know half the shit that a nigga been through I guess you got your reward, reward for it (Ha, yeah) You actin' like you don't need me, babe [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] But she want me to hold her, hold her down (Got me fucked up, babe) Sorry boo boo, you gets no love, no love now (Hahaha, yeah) Must be cuckoo, got me fucked up, fucked up, wow (Babe, bravado) You know a nigga ain't gon' hold ya, hold ya down Haha, excuse my French, but (Ha) [Chorus: Chris Brown] I'm a mirage Ha, fuck I look like? (You can't see me) I'm a mirage (Haha, look) What the fuck I look like? It's all in your mind, your mind (What?) Fuck I look like? Open your eyes, you're blind (You got me fucked up) What the fuck I look like? [Verse 3: Nas] Yeah, you lookin' for love, and I'm the one you imagine With athlete money from just rappin' My body wrapped in some Valentino, Loro Piana fashion Sex with passion, romancin', laughin' Happiness, action, restaurants, relaxin' They got some good sushi in Aspen, that good pussy I'm smashin' I call you Matsuhisa, yeah, I'm your Visa American Express, I must confess I'm tryna go beyond love and this is hard to translate Love is good, but to me, good is just the enemy of great You wanna make it to the top, but you don't got what it take To be a model, actress, singer, stripper Want me to help you to become a star, you was my sister You was my soldier, damn, I used to miss ya, uh I used to love ya, I fiend to hold ya You didn't know me, it was only just a mirage [Chorus: Chris Brown & Nas] A mirage (Mirage) (Uh, you didn't know me, it was just a mirage) Ha, fuck I look like? (Just a mirage) I'm a mirage (Mirage, you know Nas) What the fuck I look like? (Yeah) It's all in your mind, your mind Fuck I look like? Open your eyes, you're blind (Do it, baby) What the fuck I look like? (Yeah) [Outro: Chris Brown] Right What the fuck I look like? Fucked up What the fuck I look like?