"Rich Mirages!" lyrics

"Rich Mirages!"
(feat. Flozigg)

Are we ready?
Yeah, we're ready
All right, we're ready

I'm at home, feelin' bold
Hit you up, what's the move?
Back and forth, I ignore
It seems like we both like the silly games we play
Are you runnin' away?
I can't even tell, sometimes you come and you stay
But you lookin' good, girl, can't even fake
At the end of the day, I still love you, there's no doubt about it (Soul)

Feel I'm too much in the mix, I got a long list of flaws
Because of my ego, pretend that they never exist
Fallin' in love with a stripper that dance like Ciara, lil' baby, no wonder you missed
Rushin' this liquor, no wonder I'm glitz
I'm off a fifth
I'm off a—, I'm off a—, I'm off a—
Keep mouth shut, only speak on what I know
Can't tell you 'bout wife, I can tell you 'bout hoes
Know some other niggas, if they live by the code
They can tell you 'bout gold, can't tell you 'bout goals
Know myself way too much to be committed
'Cause I never loved myself when in a Civic
Insecure 'bout the life I should be livin', I dead all my feelings drinkin' to the liver
Hard to appreciate where I came from, we a long way from minimum wage
We just some niggas for real
My people stayed off of Gage
Hopin' God send me an angel who give me the spirit to fight off my devilish ways
I'm a disciple of polygamy so it's hard to keep me engaged

Truck to the plane to the truck, truck to the hotel lobby
Remember when these was only mirages
Cuttin' up versus in and out the garages
You never hit me to check up on me, only hit me when you need to gossip
Only hit me for what's in the pockets
Feel like I'm never gonna profit
Unless I'm—

I'm at home, feelin' bold
Hit you up, what's the move?
Back and forth, I ignore
It seems like we both like the silly games we play
Are you runnin' away?
I can't even tell, sometimes you come and you stay
But you lookin' good, girl, can't even fake
At the end of the day, I still love you, there's no doubt about it

Got a problem with acceptin' my flaws
Drama with too many women involved
Follow temptation while leadin' you on
Got a problem with acceptin' my flaws
I got an issue with knowin' it all
Speakin' on shit that I don't know at all
I got an issue with lettin' issues sit still, instead of me makin' the call
Way too much pride, end up killin' the love
Way too much pride, now I'm up in the club
Looking for somethin' that's already given but blamin' you for it, my ego diminished
Another bottle to the section, I'm blitzed
Kissin' bitches like they not takin' pics
I gotta stop with the woes
I gotta stop thinkin' liquor and gettin' high is gon' carry the—
I gotta stop puttin' names of hoes on the list instead of the family
I gotta stop blamin' women and know that I'm not where I should and I can be
Patience is comin', you movin' too antsy

Truck to the plane to the truck, truck to the hotel lobby
Remember when these was only mirages
Cuttin' up versus in and out the garages
Got a problem with acceptin' my flaws
Got a problem with me makin' comparisons
Carry these problems, I'm surrogate
I'm too arrogant, I'm too arrogant
Feel like I'm—

I'm at home, feelin' bold
Hit you up, what's the move?
Back and forth, I ignore
It seems like we both like the silly games we play
Are you runnin' away?
I can't even tell, sometimes you come and you stay
But you lookin' good, girl, can't even fake
At the end of the day, I still love you, there's no doubt about it


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