CMC Troy - Illusions Lyrics

I'm beginning to question the fact that I'm curious
Money and women the lust for the purest
Petro and diesel like fast & the furious
Cleansing the soul like you eating the nourished
Call me a tourist, I had to learn it
For my last urge it had to be urgent
Start to diverge and you call me divergent, hours and hours to see what my worth is

Call me a mess, cover the debts
Blessed in less flesh get me right out the stress
Taking the best and give you all the rest
Now I got more issues I got correct
And if it's chefs then I'll bark with a bite
Ain't no more left but it's gon be alright
Dolls at the toll when we met dolamite
Models and dollars get fit for the fight
It's gotta be right

Hours hours clocking hours, limitly my soul devours cowards in browsers, sneaking sweet and the sour, final Hour

And it's time that I fessed up
I left school to get breads up
Now I never should said none
And my homies went switched up on a broad with a thick butt, left the friendship in tensions
Just cause they tryn get some

And what actlly happens when you mashing the passion with conflictions juxtapositions get to mixing and Kissing

No one's hitting when you dissing that's all up to you
Slow it down for the pound when I kick with you
Know she's down for the brown cause I'm feeling her too
But this ice in my chest steady freezing her too, hachoo

Using my talents as a crutch instead of a catapult
Breathing life into my enemies just to rewatch em fall
And you know I'ma stand tall I got the world in my pocket
Get to Houston while in Jupiter I'm beating the rockets
I don't need a deposit
I just need Noah's watchman
Living pretty as a dove but as mean as a falcon
Estimate or out count him
Maybe I'm not about it
But the answers to your questions coming out of the mouthes
Like it's only lyrics if it's J Cole
A holes
Giving heat to base load and they meet at the J stove
I just wish I could date slow
Without needing a fake glove
And put futures in wake up
So I'm moving my pay stubs