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Rich Mirages! (feat. Flozigg)

REASON

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
REASON
REASON
Vocals
Flozigg
Flozigg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Gill
Robert Gill
Songwriter
Scotty Coleman
Scotty Coleman
Songwriter
E. Dugar
E. Dugar
Songwriter
Florian Ziga
Florian Ziga
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark "Keitel" Lowe jr.
Mark "Keitel" Lowe jr.
Mixing Engineer
Arnulfo “Arnie” Reyes III
Recording Engineer
Ninetyfour
Ninetyfour
Producer
Scotty Coleman
Scotty Coleman
Producer

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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 thеy never exist Fallin' in lovе 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
Writer(s): Eric Marquise Dugar, Robert Gill, Scotty L. Coleman, Florian Misornu Ziga Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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