The Pharcyde — Illusions

Yeah! What? 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 [Chorus] 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 ... [Chorus] 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 ...