Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke And Mirrors

[Sage
I am..
More than two faced, I've got at six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty side while cheeks and lips
I use battin' rouge to crews who don't like the remix
And you just act confused by the way I to fuck with a double helix
Cuddle with me quick, get and sea sick
My mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see shit
The beat kicks, my belly feels empty I a person there
I'll curse and swear, and act unmother-like I persevere
Haven't to church in years, right now that's the setting
I couldn't think of a better to cover my face and have a wedding
It's upsetting how plastic my is getting
It's melting and toxic fumes
Covered by lots of perfume, never coming out of my of costumes
Cartoon of myself get drawn out
After occurs, time gets consumed
I'm in the room with the caricatures
Until my head is cured I'm for pedicures and manicures
Man, if not damn sure of whether or not
to pop the question let you in on the answer..
of sex in a camper...
A phony life with a wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer

and Mirrors

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I AM..
An specialist turning tricks who could never diss
The one the wake up to even if it's not the one they went to bed with
Breakfast at Tiffany's, skip lunch, make sure the dinner table is lit
I squish my feet until they crunch, but I'm unable to make these fit
I can't just sit I need to and power walk, because Oprah said it
And I won't forget it, she it during the opening credits
I'm so
I like the of coke, get it? I powder my nose
Power to hoes who pound on a hose playing in a pound of snow
I'm getting plowed, I KNOW
time to fuck a guy now
I just applied blush and surprised
but the way I plucked my eyebrows
out, I'm in a tanning booth... reading Danielle Steel
And I'm planting banana peels every damn man's heel
Waiting for them to fall for my sad trick I stop, and kneel
With a touch of magic, I'll let David cop a feel
I'm not real, but got FEELINGS...
except in my nipples because of the breast
To my chest enhanced I pant in dresses but never dress in pants
A club hopping strobe honey...addicted to wrinkle cream
Sipping on Listerine, Mr. Clean like the smell of nicotine

and Mirrors

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I AM..