Reflections of illusion
• Written by Heather
I thought you were real to me
It's dc, black jeans, black tee
I guess there was nothing there at all
The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call
You put myself in a nightmare gaze
And i just love your flashy ways
Was your love even really real?
The reason why they had to give me a deal
Wake me up
Car with no limit what
Where is the yellow brick road?
The street slang i be speakin in code
I'm not sure where I am
Whether it's a beat or a scam
There's nothing but rocks
Tire marks, tire marks
I'm lost without a light
You gotta make sure you aim right
Where can you be found baby
Rose cases, we pop daily
You disappeared with the smoke
That i'd, never ever ever go broke
It feels like I am talking to the air
It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair
Wake me up
Car with no limit what
Where is the yellow brick road?
The street slang i be speakin in code
I'm not sure where I am
Whether it's a beat or a scam
There's nothing but rocks
Tire marks, tire marks
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Heather
Member since April 24 2014