Mayze – Hallucinations Lyrics
Ye just a dream, honestly thats all it is
Put my heart in it, with every bar I spit
I'mma spark that lit, so move back, move back
True raps, I choose that
Instead of talking about shit I never did
And probably never will
How the fuck you gotta deal?
I gotta deal, with all the problems
And got a wallet without a dollar
But I still, walk with models, how ya feel?
You dont know it feels, to be broke as fuck
Counting for your flow for luck
Chasing it, hoping the door dont shut
How much lower can it get? I want the respect
No matta what the cost is, darkness
Got me with mixed thoughts, heartless
I remember when I fought, and start shit
But not anymore nah now im smart, cautious
Looking through the optics of life
Like what is wrong what is right, who am i? pardon
Me for getting sidetracked, but I can do whatver with my raps
And my bars bitch, harness kids, who talk shit
Hip hops door shut, but I barged in
I ain't stopping im a target
Topics I drop them with knowledge
I got a inspiration deep inside my conscious
So sleep is not an option
Ye, So sleep is not an option
Had alot of fun, killing these other rappers
Got a lot of guns, and their aimed at ya
Write another pun, sit back with laughter
Hit you till your done, and say I had ta
The pen talks for it self
On welfare but im well off, so get lost
Only motives to flow n hopefully
You'll notice when write a rhyme, go and blow it
This little kid from 9-0-5 got skills that is hes showing
Like a light im glowing, fight a guy and throw em
For saying I ain't important
Let me take ya'll on a voyage
Consider me a poet
One mic, pen and page, build up my rage
Like I binn in a cage, rapers tending to fade
Cuz I stepped in the game
Started off in Hamilton, then Toronto
Can't predict my future, only god knows
I'm feeling like im I bin a threat
Now your dealing with a lyricist
Anything you say can lit him up get him pissed
Finish up and win again
Spill enough, the pen dead
Gripping guns, spitting clips
Building up adrenaline, feeling like hes venomous
And all the fucking doctors say im gone insane
Why? because thoughts of pain, calm my brain
And stay in a constante state of cronic rage
Pop your frame, this demon just unlocked his cage
Wish you can bite the flow, this microphone, I can rock for days
So you better stop your games
When I'm on the stage, and got your dame
I don't even gotta drop a name, to raise mine up
I just say that I am Mayze
Had alot of fun, killing these other rappers
Got a lot of guns, and their aimed at ya
Write another pun, sit back with laughter
Hit you till your done, and say I had ta
Its a crazy world everything we do
Its not just them baby, even me and you
We act a bit shady, and tend to get lose
Sitting, clicking through the trending news
And still ain't got a clue, keep on sippin on that booze
And jump from a tall place
I dont remember it, cuz I falled on my face
Wasn't my fault but dang!
Lately iv been pissed off
My life is a sitcom
Makes me wanna break this brick wall
With my fists awwww!
Razor slits got my wrists small
Everyone should get pissed on
What you think im only twisted in this music?
If im sick enough to think it, im sick enough to do it
I dont even think, I just do shit
I take someone's shoe bitch
Why would I do that?
Cuz my brain I dont use it
I'm useless, so when spew it
Just shut it off, dont even give a view bitch
But I ain't ever losing, its movement
I'm moving to cause a bad influence
Put my heart in it, with every bar I spit
I'mma spark that lit, so move back, move back
True raps, I choose that
Instead of talking about shit I never did
And probably never will
How the fuck you gotta deal?
I gotta deal, with all the problems
And got a wallet without a dollar
But I still, walk with models, how ya feel?
You dont know it feels, to be broke as fuck
Counting for your flow for luck
Chasing it, hoping the door dont shut
How much lower can it get? I want the respect
No matta what the cost is, darkness
Got me with mixed thoughts, heartless
I remember when I fought, and start shit
But not anymore nah now im smart, cautious
Looking through the optics of life
Like what is wrong what is right, who am i? pardon
Me for getting sidetracked, but I can do whatver with my raps
And my bars bitch, harness kids, who talk shit
Hip hops door shut, but I barged in
I ain't stopping im a target
Topics I drop them with knowledge
I got a inspiration deep inside my conscious
So sleep is not an option
Ye, So sleep is not an option
Had alot of fun, killing these other rappers
Got a lot of guns, and their aimed at ya
Write another pun, sit back with laughter
Hit you till your done, and say I had ta
The pen talks for it self
On welfare but im well off, so get lost
Only motives to flow n hopefully
You'll notice when write a rhyme, go and blow it
This little kid from 9-0-5 got skills that is hes showing
Like a light im glowing, fight a guy and throw em
For saying I ain't important
Let me take ya'll on a voyage
Consider me a poet
One mic, pen and page, build up my rage
Like I binn in a cage, rapers tending to fade
Cuz I stepped in the game
Started off in Hamilton, then Toronto
Can't predict my future, only god knows
I'm feeling like im I bin a threat
Now your dealing with a lyricist
Anything you say can lit him up get him pissed
Finish up and win again
Spill enough, the pen dead
Gripping guns, spitting clips
Building up adrenaline, feeling like hes venomous
And all the fucking doctors say im gone insane
Why? because thoughts of pain, calm my brain
And stay in a constante state of cronic rage
Pop your frame, this demon just unlocked his cage
Wish you can bite the flow, this microphone, I can rock for days
So you better stop your games
When I'm on the stage, and got your dame
I don't even gotta drop a name, to raise mine up
I just say that I am Mayze
Had alot of fun, killing these other rappers
Got a lot of guns, and their aimed at ya
Write another pun, sit back with laughter
Hit you till your done, and say I had ta
Its a crazy world everything we do
Its not just them baby, even me and you
We act a bit shady, and tend to get lose
Sitting, clicking through the trending news
And still ain't got a clue, keep on sippin on that booze
And jump from a tall place
I dont remember it, cuz I falled on my face
Wasn't my fault but dang!
Lately iv been pissed off
My life is a sitcom
Makes me wanna break this brick wall
With my fists awwww!
Razor slits got my wrists small
Everyone should get pissed on
What you think im only twisted in this music?
If im sick enough to think it, im sick enough to do it
I dont even think, I just do shit
I take someone's shoe bitch
Why would I do that?
Cuz my brain I dont use it
I'm useless, so when spew it
Just shut it off, dont even give a view bitch
But I ain't ever losing, its movement
I'm moving to cause a bad influence
