[{"id":1973763,"name":"Illusions","trackName":"Illusions","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Humboldt Beginnings","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! What?\n\nYou know outside looking and the grass is greener,\nKeeping up with the Joneses, got your pockets leaner,\nThen Jimmy Dean making all the moves your making,\nYo do it in the burbs with the female shakin',\nYour head banging on walls, making collect calls,\nLike me and Melissa trying to keep in touch,\nThe same homies who used to hit up for lunch,\nAll the same ones keepin it cool in the crunch,\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble,\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nHuh, damn now I gotta brand new Benz,\nDamn so many brand new friends,\nBut, when I didn't have no Benz,\nIt was so new to frowning and those that get down,\nYou used to having everything sugar-coated,\nThough you hear the radio up,\nAnd take it with the arm and roast it up,\nHate when niggas be trying to act all hard,\nWhen the cameras on,\nWhen the lights go awefully soft like,\nLamps in the camera hair,\nPharcyde you wanna play it here and take you there,\nYou know the routine, you know the episode,\nTake it green, take your whole team to,\nA new city, gotta new clear summer now,\nYou can be whoever or whatever you wanna ... wanna ... wanna ...\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nYo, What you see may not always be,\nEvery persons popularity and MTV,\nYou're nearly 26 minutes, a yacht in the sea,\nHustling the streets, coming home at three,\nBut what about a nigger locked up with no plea,\nOnly seventeen dressed to a murder see,\nDidn't make it he's a boy, he struggled for, he'll never see,\nI felt hell and bad when his girl had a gawk at me,\nHere's my supplyin' man, give it all to the D's and Feds,\nI'm a do away the work will be in advance,\nIt was on consignment, so the city Feds,\nSo much shit is wrong that you wish you was dead,\nOn the escalator the heaven with the one night ticket,\nYou think you got the blues like Wilson Pickett,\nYou can't get it, cos you're hot in every hood,\nGot hyped on the vein, but you misunderstood,\nThe lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes,\nCall the up Billy Connolly, get the Triptamine,\nThe cash and the clothes, fake fans, real coze,\nWell placed, well timed, well played, real coze,\n\nGet the bullshit outta my face\nGet the bullshit outta my face, huh,\nGet the bullshit outta my face\nGet the bullshit outta my face\n\nYa, ya,\nYou need to stop sweating at the lot you got everything covered,\nBut you ain't really takin' care o'nothin',\nYou need to stop sweating and jokin' fella,\nStop using all them smoke and mirrors,\nYou need to focus,\nHell, please, don't make me laugh ...\nYour style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half,\nHuh, they use illusion as tryin' to be ellusive,\nAnd don't just stay true,\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nMovin up ... Movin up ...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Illusions\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Humboldt Beginnings\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah! What?\n\n  You know outside looking and the grass is greener,\n  Keeping up with the Joneses, got your pockets leaner,\n  Then Jimmy Dean making all the moves your making,\n  Yo do it in the burbs with the female shakin',\n  Your head banging on walls, making collect calls,\n  Like me and Melissa trying to keep in touch,\n  The same homies who used to hit up for lunch,\n  All the same ones keepin it cool in the crunch,\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble,\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Huh, damn now I gotta brand new Benz,\n  Damn so many brand new friends,\n  But, when I didn't have no Benz,\n  It was so new to frowning and those that get down,\n  You used to having everything sugar-coated,\n  Though you hear the radio up,\n  And take it with the arm and roast it up,\n  Hate when niggas be trying to act all hard,\n  When the cameras on,\n  When the lights go awefully soft like,\n  Lamps in the camera hair,\n  Pharcyde you wanna play it here and take you there,\n  You know the routine, you know the episode,\n  Take it green, take your whole team to,\n  A new city, gotta new clear summer now,\n  You can be whoever or whatever you wanna ... wanna ... wanna ...\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Yo, What you see may not always be,\n  Every persons popularity and MTV,\n  You're nearly 26 minutes, a yacht in the sea,\n  Hustling the streets, coming home at three,\n  But what about a nigger locked up with no plea,\n  Only seventeen dressed to a murder see,\n  Didn't make it he's a boy, he struggled for, he'll never see,\n  I felt hell and bad when his girl had a gawk at me,\n  Here's my supplyin' man, give it all to the D's and Feds,\n  I'm a do away the work will be in advance,\n  It was on consignment, so the city Feds,\n  So much shit is wrong that you wish you was dead,\n  On the escalator the heaven with the one night ticket,\n  You think you got the blues like Wilson Pickett,\n  You can't get it, cos you're hot in every hood,\n  Got hyped on the vein, but you misunderstood,\n  The lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes,\n  Call the up Billy Connolly, get the Triptamine,\n  The cash and the clothes, fake fans, real coze,\n  Well placed, well timed, well played, real coze,\n\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n  Get the bullshit outta my face, huh,\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n\n  Ya, ya,\n  You need to stop sweating at the lot you got everything covered,\n  But you ain't really takin' care o'nothin',\n  You need to stop sweating and jokin' fella,\n  Stop using all them smoke and mirrors,\n  You need to focus,\n  Hell, please, don't make me laugh ...\n  Your style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half,\n  Huh, they use illusion as tryin' to be ellusive,\n  And don't just stay true,\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Movin up ... Movin up ...\n"},{"id":19980876,"name":"Illusions","trackName":"Illusions","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Humboldt Beginnings","duration":245.96,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! What?\n\nYou know outside looking and the grass is greener,\nKeeping up with the Joneses, got your pockets leaner,\nThen Jimmy Dean making all the moves your making,\nYo do it in the burbs with the female shakin',\nYour head banging on walls, making collect calls,\nLike me and Melissa trying to keep in touch,\nThe same homies who used to hit up for lunch,\nAll the same ones keepin it cool in the crunch,\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble,\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nHuh, damn now I gotta brand new Benz,\nDamn so many brand new friends,\nBut, when I didn't have no Benz,\nIt was so new to frowning and those that get down,\nYou used to having everything sugar-coated,\nThough you hear the radio up,\nAnd take it with the arm and roast it up,\nHate when niggas be trying to act all hard,\nWhen the cameras on,\nWhen the lights go awefully soft like,\nLamps in the camera hair,\nPharcyde you wanna play it here and take you there,\nYou know the routine, you know the episode,\nTake it green, take your whole team to,\nA new city, gotta new clear summer now,\nYou can be whoever or whatever you wanna ... wanna ... wanna ...\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nYo, What you see may not always be,\nEvery persons popularity and MTV,\nYou're nearly 26 minutes, a yacht in the sea,\nHustling the streets, coming home at three,\nBut what about a nigger locked up with no plea,\nOnly seventeen dressed to a murder see,\nDidn't make it he's a boy, he struggled for, he'll never see,\nI felt hell and bad when his girl had a gawk at me,\nHere's my supplyin' man, give it all to the D's and Feds,\nI'm a do away the work will be in advance,\nIt was on consignment, so the city Feds,\nSo much shit is wrong that you wish you was dead,\nOn the escalator the heaven with the one night ticket,\nYou think you got the blues like Wilson Pickett,\nYou can't get it, cos you're hot in every hood,\nGot hyped on the vein, but you misunderstood,\nThe lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes,\nCall the up Billy Connolly, get the Triptamine,\nThe cash and the clothes, fake fans, real coze,\nWell placed, well timed, well played, real coze,\n\nGet the bullshit outta my face\nGet the bullshit outta my face, huh,\nGet the bullshit outta my face\nGet the bullshit outta my face\n\nYa, ya,\nYou need to stop sweating at the lot you got everything covered,\nBut you ain't really takin' care o'nothin',\nYou need to stop sweating and jokin' fella,\nStop using all them smoke and mirrors,\nYou need to focus,\nHell, please, don't make me laugh ...\nYour style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half,\nHuh, they use illusion as tryin' to be ellusive,\nAnd don't just stay true,\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nMovin up ... Movin up ...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Illusions\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Humboldt Beginnings\n  duration_ms: 245960\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah! What?\n\n  You know outside looking and the grass is greener,\n  Keeping up with the Joneses, got your pockets leaner,\n  Then Jimmy Dean making all the moves your making,\n  Yo do it in the burbs with the female shakin',\n  Your head banging on walls, making collect calls,\n  Like me and Melissa trying to keep in touch,\n  The same homies who used to hit up for lunch,\n  All the same ones keepin it cool in the crunch,\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble,\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Huh, damn now I gotta brand new Benz,\n  Damn so many brand new friends,\n  But, when I didn't have no Benz,\n  It was so new to frowning and those that get down,\n  You used to having everything sugar-coated,\n  Though you hear the radio up,\n  And take it with the arm and roast it up,\n  Hate when niggas be trying to act all hard,\n  When the cameras on,\n  When the lights go awefully soft like,\n  Lamps in the camera hair,\n  Pharcyde you wanna play it here and take you there,\n  You know the routine, you know the episode,\n  Take it green, take your whole team to,\n  A new city, gotta new clear summer now,\n  You can be whoever or whatever you wanna ... wanna ... wanna ...\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Yo, What you see may not always be,\n  Every persons popularity and MTV,\n  You're nearly 26 minutes, a yacht in the sea,\n  Hustling the streets, coming home at three,\n  But what about a nigger locked up with no plea,\n  Only seventeen dressed to a murder see,\n  Didn't make it he's a boy, he struggled for, he'll never see,\n  I felt hell and bad when his girl had a gawk at me,\n  Here's my supplyin' man, give it all to the D's and Feds,\n  I'm a do away the work will be in advance,\n  It was on consignment, so the city Feds,\n  So much shit is wrong that you wish you was dead,\n  On the escalator the heaven with the one night ticket,\n  You think you got the blues like Wilson Pickett,\n  You can't get it, cos you're hot in every hood,\n  Got hyped on the vein, but you misunderstood,\n  The lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes,\n  Call the up Billy Connolly, get the Triptamine,\n  The cash and the clothes, fake fans, real coze,\n  Well placed, well timed, well played, real coze,\n\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n  Get the bullshit outta my face, huh,\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n\n  Ya, ya,\n  You need to stop sweating at the lot you got everything covered,\n  But you ain't really takin' care o'nothin',\n  You need to stop sweating and jokin' fella,\n  Stop using all them smoke and mirrors,\n  You need to focus,\n  Hell, please, don't make me laugh ...\n  Your style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half,\n  Huh, they use illusion as tryin' to be ellusive,\n  And don't just stay true,\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Movin up ... Movin up ...\n"},{"id":22270140,"name":"Illusions","trackName":"Illusions","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Lossless 2000s Singles","duration":226.506667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! What?\n\nYou know outside looking and the grass is greener,\nKeeping up with the Joneses, got your pockets leaner,\nThen Jimmy Dean making all the moves your making,\nYo do it in the burbs with the female shakin',\nYour head banging on walls, making collect calls,\nLike me and Melissa trying to keep in touch,\nThe same homies who used to hit up for lunch,\nAll the same ones keepin it cool in the crunch,\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble,\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nHuh, damn now I gotta brand new Benz,\nDamn so many brand new friends,\nBut, when I didn't have no Benz,\nIt was so new to frowning and those that get down,\nYou used to having everything sugar-coated,\nThough you hear the radio up,\nAnd take it with the arm and roast it up,\nHate when niggas be trying to act all hard,\nWhen the cameras on,\nWhen the lights go awefully soft like,\nLamps in the camera hair,\nPharcyde you wanna play it here and take you there,\nYou know the routine, you know the episode,\nTake it green, take your whole team to,\nA new city, gotta new clear summer now,\nYou can be whoever or whatever you wanna ... wanna ... wanna ...\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nYo, What you see may not always be,\nEvery persons popularity and MTV,\nYou're nearly 26 minutes, a yacht in the sea,\nHustling the streets, coming home at three,\nBut what about a nigger locked up with no plea,\nOnly seventeen dressed to a murder see,\nDidn't make it he's a boy, he struggled for, he'll never see,\nI felt hell and bad when his girl had a gawk at me,\nHere's my supplyin' man, give it all to the D's and Feds,\nI'm a do away the work will be in advance,\nIt was on consignment, so the city Feds,\nSo much shit is wrong that you wish you was dead,\nOn the escalator the heaven with the one night ticket,\nYou think you got the blues like Wilson Pickett,\nYou can't get it, cos you're hot in every hood,\nGot hyped on the vein, but you misunderstood,\nThe lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes,\nCall the up Billy Connolly, get the Triptamine,\nThe cash and the clothes, fake fans, real coze,\nWell placed, well timed, well played, real coze,\n\nGet the bullshit outta my face\nGet the bullshit outta my face, huh,\nGet the bullshit outta my face\nGet the bullshit outta my face\n\nYa, ya,\nYou need to stop sweating at the lot you got everything covered,\nBut you ain't really takin' care o'nothin',\nYou need to stop sweating and jokin' fella,\nStop using all them smoke and mirrors,\nYou need to focus,\nHell, please, don't make me laugh ...\nYour style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half,\nHuh, they use illusion as tryin' to be ellusive,\nAnd don't just stay true,\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nMovin up ... Movin up ...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Illusions\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Lossless 2000s Singles\n  duration_ms: 226507\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah! What?\n\n  You know outside looking and the grass is greener,\n  Keeping up with the Joneses, got your pockets leaner,\n  Then Jimmy Dean making all the moves your making,\n  Yo do it in the burbs with the female shakin',\n  Your head banging on walls, making collect calls,\n  Like me and Melissa trying to keep in touch,\n  The same homies who used to hit up for lunch,\n  All the same ones keepin it cool in the crunch,\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble,\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Huh, damn now I gotta brand new Benz,\n  Damn so many brand new friends,\n  But, when I didn't have no Benz,\n  It was so new to frowning and those that get down,\n  You used to having everything sugar-coated,\n  Though you hear the radio up,\n  And take it with the arm and roast it up,\n  Hate when niggas be trying to act all hard,\n  When the cameras on,\n  When the lights go awefully soft like,\n  Lamps in the camera hair,\n  Pharcyde you wanna play it here and take you there,\n  You know the routine, you know the episode,\n  Take it green, take your whole team to,\n  A new city, gotta new clear summer now,\n  You can be whoever or whatever you wanna ... wanna ... wanna ...\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Yo, What you see may not always be,\n  Every persons popularity and MTV,\n  You're nearly 26 minutes, a yacht in the sea,\n  Hustling the streets, coming home at three,\n  But what about a nigger locked up with no plea,\n  Only seventeen dressed to a murder see,\n  Didn't make it he's a boy, he struggled for, he'll never see,\n  I felt hell and bad when his girl had a gawk at me,\n  Here's my supplyin' man, give it all to the D's and Feds,\n  I'm a do away the work will be in advance,\n  It was on consignment, so the city Feds,\n  So much shit is wrong that you wish you was dead,\n  On the escalator the heaven with the one night ticket,\n  You think you got the blues like Wilson Pickett,\n  You can't get it, cos you're hot in every hood,\n  Got hyped on the vein, but you misunderstood,\n  The lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes,\n  Call the up Billy Connolly, get the Triptamine,\n  The cash and the clothes, fake fans, real coze,\n  Well placed, well timed, well played, real coze,\n\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n  Get the bullshit outta my face, huh,\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n\n  Ya, ya,\n  You need to stop sweating at the lot you got everything covered,\n  But you ain't really takin' care o'nothin',\n  You need to stop sweating and jokin' fella,\n  Stop using all them smoke and mirrors,\n  You need to focus,\n  Hell, please, don't make me laugh ...\n  Your style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half,\n  Huh, they use illusion as tryin' to be ellusive,\n  And don't just stay true,\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Movin up ... Movin up ...\n"},{"id":12096958,"name":"Illusions","trackName":"Illusions","artistName":"Pharcyde, The","albumName":"Humboldt Beginnings","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! What?\n\nYou know outside looking and the grass is greener,\nKeeping up with the Joneses, got your pockets leaner,\nThen Jimmy Dean making all the moves your making,\nYo do it in the burbs with the female shakin',\nYour head banging on walls, making collect calls,\nLike me and Melissa trying to keep in touch,\nThe same homies who used to hit up for lunch,\nAll the same ones keepin it cool in the crunch,\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble,\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nHuh, damn now I gotta brand new Benz,\nDamn so many brand new friends,\nBut, when I didn't have no Benz,\nIt was so new to frowning and those that get down,\nYou used to having everything sugar-coated,\nThough you hear the radio up,\nAnd take it with the arm and roast it up,\nHate when niggas be trying to act all hard,\nWhen the cameras on,\nWhen the lights go awefully soft like,\nLamps in the camera hair,\nPharcyde you wanna play it here and take you there,\nYou know the routine, you know the episode,\nTake it green, take your whole team to,\nA new city, gotta new clear summer now,\nYou can be whoever or whatever you wanna ... wanna ... wanna ...\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nYo, What you see may not always be,\nEvery persons popularity and MTV,\nYou're nearly 26 minutes, a yacht in the sea,\nhustling the streets, coming home at three,\nBut what about a nigger locked up with no plea,\nOnly seventeen dressed to a murder see,\nDidn't make it he's a boy, he struggled for, he'll never see,\nI felt hell and bad when his girl had a gawk at me,\nHere's my supplyin' man, give it all to the D's and Feds,\nI'm a do away the work will be in advance,\nIt was on consignment, so the city Feds,\nSo much shit is wrong that you wish you was dead,\nOn the escalator the heaven with the one night ticket,\nYou think you got the blues like Wilson Pickett,\nYou can't get it, cos you're hot in every hood,\nGot hyped on the vein, but you misunderstood,\nThe lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes,\nCall the up Billy Connolly, get the Triptamine,\nThe cash and the clothes, fake fans, real coze,\nWell placed, well timed, well played, real coze,\n\nGet the bullshit outta my face\nGet the bullshit outta my face, huh,\nGet the bullshit outta my face\nGet the bullshit outta my face\n\nYa, ya,\nYou need to stop sweating at the lot you got everything covered,\nBut you ain't really takin' care o'nothin',\nYou need to stop sweating and jokin' fella,\nStop using all them smoke and mirrors,\nYou need to focus,\nHell, please, don't make me laugh ...\nYour style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half,\nHuh, they use illusion as tryin' to be ellusive,\nAnd don't just stay true,\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nMovin up ... Movin up ...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Illusions\n  artist: Pharcyde, The\n  album: Humboldt Beginnings\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah! What?\n\n  You know outside looking and the grass is greener,\n  Keeping up with the Joneses, got your pockets leaner,\n  Then Jimmy Dean making all the moves your making,\n  Yo do it in the burbs with the female shakin',\n  Your head banging on walls, making collect calls,\n  Like me and Melissa trying to keep in touch,\n  The same homies who used to hit up for lunch,\n  All the same ones keepin it cool in the crunch,\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble,\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Huh, damn now I gotta brand new Benz,\n  Damn so many brand new friends,\n  But, when I didn't have no Benz,\n  It was so new to frowning and those that get down,\n  You used to having everything sugar-coated,\n  Though you hear the radio up,\n  And take it with the arm and roast it up,\n  Hate when niggas be trying to act all hard,\n  When the cameras on,\n  When the lights go awefully soft like,\n  Lamps in the camera hair,\n  Pharcyde you wanna play it here and take you there,\n  You know the routine, you know the episode,\n  Take it green, take your whole team to,\n  A new city, gotta new clear summer now,\n  You can be whoever or whatever you wanna ... wanna ... wanna ...\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Yo, What you see may not always be,\n  Every persons popularity and MTV,\n  You're nearly 26 minutes, a yacht in the sea,\n  hustling the streets, coming home at three,\n  But what about a nigger locked up with no plea,\n  Only seventeen dressed to a murder see,\n  Didn't make it he's a boy, he struggled for, he'll never see,\n  I felt hell and bad when his girl had a gawk at me,\n  Here's my supplyin' man, give it all to the D's and Feds,\n  I'm a do away the work will be in advance,\n  It was on consignment, so the city Feds,\n  So much shit is wrong that you wish you was dead,\n  On the escalator the heaven with the one night ticket,\n  You think you got the blues like Wilson Pickett,\n  You can't get it, cos you're hot in every hood,\n  Got hyped on the vein, but you misunderstood,\n  The lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes,\n  Call the up Billy Connolly, get the Triptamine,\n  The cash and the clothes, fake fans, real coze,\n  Well placed, well timed, well played, real coze,\n\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n  Get the bullshit outta my face, huh,\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n\n  Ya, ya,\n  You need to stop sweating at the lot you got everything covered,\n  But you ain't really takin' care o'nothin',\n  You need to stop sweating and jokin' fella,\n  Stop using all them smoke and mirrors,\n  You need to focus,\n  Hell, please, don't make me laugh ...\n  Your style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half,\n  Huh, they use illusion as tryin' to be ellusive,\n  And don't just stay true,\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Movin up ... Movin up ...\n"},{"id":39053629,"name":"Illusions","trackName":"Illusions","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Humboldt Beginnings","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! What?\n\nYou know outside looking and the grass is greener,\nKeeping up with the Joneses, got your pockets leaner,\nThen Jimmy Dean making all the moves your making,\nYo do it in the burbs with the female shakin',\nYour head banging on walls, making collect calls,\nLike me and Melissa trying to keep in touch,\nThe same homies who used to hit up for lunch,\nAll the same ones keepin it cool in the crunch,\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble,\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nHuh, damn now I gotta brand new Benz,\nDamn so many brand new friends,\nBut, when I didn't have no Benz,\nIt was so new to frowning and those that get down,\nYou used to having everything sugar-coated,\nThough you hear the radio up,\nAnd take it with the arm and roast it up,\nHate when niggas be trying to act all hard,\nWhen the cameras on,\nWhen the lights go awefully soft like,\nLamps in the camera hair,\nPharcyde you wanna play it here and take you there,\nYou know the routine, you know the episode,\nTake it green, take your whole team to,\nA new city, gotta new clear summer now,\nYou can be whoever or whatever you wanna ... wanna ... wanna ...\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nYo, What you see may not always be,\nEvery persons popularity and MTV,\nYou're nearly 26 minutes, a yacht in the sea,\nHustling the streets, coming home at three,\nBut what about a nigger locked up with no plea,\nOnly seventeen dressed to a murder see,\nDidn't make it he's a boy, he struggled for, he'll never see,\nI felt hell and bad when his girl had a gawk at me,\nHere's my supplyin' man, give it all to the D's and Feds,\nI'm a do away the work will be in advance,\nIt was on consignment, so the city Feds,\nSo much shit is wrong that you wish you was dead,\nOn the escalator the heaven with the one night ticket,\nYou think you got the blues like Wilson Pickett,\nYou can't get it, cos you're hot in every hood,\nGot hyped on the vein, but you misunderstood,\nThe lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes,\nCall the up Billy Connolly, get the Triptamine,\nThe cash and the clothes, fake fans, real coze,\nWell placed, well timed, well played, real coze,\n\nGet the bullshit outta my face\nGet the bullshit outta my face, huh,\nGet the bullshit outta my face\nGet the bullshit outta my face\n\nYa, ya,\nYou need to stop sweating at the lot you got everything covered,\nBut you ain't really takin' care o'nothin',\nYou need to stop sweating and jokin' fella,\nStop using all them smoke and mirrors,\nYou need to focus,\nHell, please, don't make me laugh ...\nYour style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half,\nHuh, they use illusion as tryin' to be ellusive,\nAnd don't just stay true,\n\nMovin ...\nMovin up . You got us trouble\nMovin up . Don't be sure,\nMovin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\nMovin up ... Movin up ...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Illusions\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Humboldt Beginnings\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah! What?\n\n  You know outside looking and the grass is greener,\n  Keeping up with the Joneses, got your pockets leaner,\n  Then Jimmy Dean making all the moves your making,\n  Yo do it in the burbs with the female shakin',\n  Your head banging on walls, making collect calls,\n  Like me and Melissa trying to keep in touch,\n  The same homies who used to hit up for lunch,\n  All the same ones keepin it cool in the crunch,\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble,\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Huh, damn now I gotta brand new Benz,\n  Damn so many brand new friends,\n  But, when I didn't have no Benz,\n  It was so new to frowning and those that get down,\n  You used to having everything sugar-coated,\n  Though you hear the radio up,\n  And take it with the arm and roast it up,\n  Hate when niggas be trying to act all hard,\n  When the cameras on,\n  When the lights go awefully soft like,\n  Lamps in the camera hair,\n  Pharcyde you wanna play it here and take you there,\n  You know the routine, you know the episode,\n  Take it green, take your whole team to,\n  A new city, gotta new clear summer now,\n  You can be whoever or whatever you wanna ... wanna ... wanna ...\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Yo, What you see may not always be,\n  Every persons popularity and MTV,\n  You're nearly 26 minutes, a yacht in the sea,\n  Hustling the streets, coming home at three,\n  But what about a nigger locked up with no plea,\n  Only seventeen dressed to a murder see,\n  Didn't make it he's a boy, he struggled for, he'll never see,\n  I felt hell and bad when his girl had a gawk at me,\n  Here's my supplyin' man, give it all to the D's and Feds,\n  I'm a do away the work will be in advance,\n  It was on consignment, so the city Feds,\n  So much shit is wrong that you wish you was dead,\n  On the escalator the heaven with the one night ticket,\n  You think you got the blues like Wilson Pickett,\n  You can't get it, cos you're hot in every hood,\n  Got hyped on the vein, but you misunderstood,\n  The lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes,\n  Call the up Billy Connolly, get the Triptamine,\n  The cash and the clothes, fake fans, real coze,\n  Well placed, well timed, well played, real coze,\n\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n  Get the bullshit outta my face, huh,\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n  Get the bullshit outta my face\n\n  Ya, ya,\n  You need to stop sweating at the lot you got everything covered,\n  But you ain't really takin' care o'nothin',\n  You need to stop sweating and jokin' fella,\n  Stop using all them smoke and mirrors,\n  You need to focus,\n  Hell, please, don't make me laugh ...\n  Your style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half,\n  Huh, they use illusion as tryin' to be ellusive,\n  And don't just stay true,\n\n  Movin ...\n  Movin up . You got us trouble\n  Movin up . Don't be sure,\n  Movin up . You cant just struggle, illusion.\n\n  Movin up ... Movin up ...\n"}]