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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Harmony Samuels
Harmony Samuels
Songwriter
Eric Bellinger
Eric Bellinger
Songwriter
Kevin McCall
Kevin McCall
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harmony Samuels
Harmony Samuels
Producer
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Iain Findlay
Iain Findlay
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Trehy Harris
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Eyes must be wide shut
Liquor got you open, closing your blinders
Just in case you need a friendly reminder
Let me take this bullet, bullet out of my head
[Verse 2]
Change your body, need a visor
Car too big, but fuck it, don't need a driver
All me want is a girl who'll be a rider
Can't believe she pull it, pull it
**** gun, gun down
[Verse 3]
She want me to hold her, hold her down
Sorry, boo-boo, you gets no love, no love now
Must be coo-coo, got me fucked up, fucked up, wow
You know a **** ain't gon' hold ya, hold ya down
[Verse 4]
I'm a mirage (Fuck I look like?)
I'm a mirage (What the fuck I look like?)
It's all in your mind, your mind (Fuck I look like?)
Open your eyes, you're blind (What the fuck I look like?)
[Verse 5]
Your mind should apologize to ya
Keep on tellin' all of those crazy lies to ya
You believe 'em, I don't wanna accept the truth
Who the fuck you kiddin', kiddin', what's the use?
[Verse 6]
Sad to see you playing the fool
You don't know half the shit that a **** been through
I guess you got your reward, reward for it
You actin' like you don't need me, baby
[Verse 7]
But she want me to hold her, hold her down (Got me fucked up, baby)
Sorry boo-boo, you gets no love, no love now
Must be coo-coo, got me fucked up, fucked up, wow
You know a **** ain't goin' hold ya, hold ya down
Excuse my French, but
[Verse 8]
I'm a mirage (Fuck I look like?)
I'm a mirage (What the fuck I look like?)
It's all in your mind, your mind (Fuck I look like?)
Open your eyes, you're blind (What the fuck I look like?)
[Verse 9]
You lookin' for love, and I'm the one you imagine
With athlete money from just rappin'
My body wrapped in some Valentino, Laurel Piano fashion
Sex with passion, romancin', laughin'
Happiness, action, restaurants, relaxin'
They got some good sushi in Aspen
That good pussy I'm smashin'
I call you massaheesa, yeah, I'm your Visa
American Express, I must confess
I'm tryna go beyond love, and this is hard to translate
Love is good, but to me, good is just the enemy of great
You wanna make it to the top, but you don't got what it take
To be a model, actress, singer, stripper
Want me to help you to become a star, you was my sister
You was my soldier, damn, I used to miss ya
I used to love ya, I feen to hold ya
You didn't know me, it was only just a mirage
[Verse 10]
I'm a mirage (Fuck I look like?)
I'm a mirage (What the fuck I look like?)
It's all in your mind, your mind (Fuck I look like?)
Open your eyes, you're blind (What the fuck I look like?)
Written by: Chris Brown, Eric Bellinger, Harmony Samuels, Kevin McCall, Nasir Jones
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