Lyrics:
Mirror-mirror on the wall, please don't lie
Who is the fairest of them all in sight
Perhaps this girl, that I have in mind
Is she sweetest of all hearts, and most
decisions no more
Watch me get it nigga, I don't hear the paintings no more
Yall don't need a suit and tie to mind your business no more
In your feelings, no
see
So don't be led astray by anyone
Yeah you have the key
When you race the rising tide
But then the waves are by your side
Just think soon there will
Clouds are pulling back
Mind begins to clear
See what I've become
Mirrors image here
It's happening again!
Daydream life away
Mirrors endless gaze
the question
No, your mouth is the tool by which
You are answering the question
Obviously, Santa Claus exists
The disguised Santa Clauses are
The tool by which
"Chilltown, New York" (chill.. chill.. chill..)
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah, why didn't you make your own music?
You thought Down South records'd do it - nope!
You're
One ting deh pon yuh mind (Wine wine) bend over and wine (Wine wine)
Di Jamaican girls (Wine wine) di New York girls (Wine wine)
Mi see di down south
Samsonite /
Night of the Living Bassheads /
Head south for the summer /
Somersault and fall /
Into your Winter Wonderland /
Where bed springs sing this song…
40 vision yet im seeing clear
Millions I have screamed in the mirror
Insane how it runs across my mind
Third eye open never blind
Fourth eye above
Everybody clap your hands to this get on the dance floor and dance to this
Long awaited by you analysts Sick flows toxic like cancer sticks
The only
you close yours eyes
Cause everytime you blink I can read your mind
Look what you have done
Look what you have done
Man I was 14 when I started writing
representing from the east to west coast
We G'z boy golds in our mouth pants down low representing that dirty south
I'm by the store rain sleet hail or snow
on my clothes and shoes stomach on wooz
From this killer weed that's so fired it made your nose bleed
I had me so high, my brain was fried movin'
Benjamin
Brill
Like Joe Budden
This smudge
In my face
Adulterous
It's here on the low
You been practicin
Holdin' some face
More sense
Your staff
Is
mind
Of you gettin' dressed
In front of his mirror
(mirror, mirror, mirror) right by his bed
Right where you left our love
And took my heart for granted
clothes?
You makin' it hard for me, I won't lie
But just 'cause you got options, don't mean I won't try
I sit in the mirror and let time pass by
'Cause
to me
Now the tocks on the watch are no fun to me
Don't throw your funds to me
Ima earn it
Tables turn well ima turn 'em
Tired of coming up short
Last
clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South stuck, stay on route thugs
and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on
[Fat Joe]
Now mami, let's get serious, 'cause by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
Two, one, four, lemme dial your number
Day by day I've been stuck in a slumber
Eyes on you, never turn to another
Eyes on you, never turn to another
mouth
They hot, like the jail cell in the south
Before my nigga Core bailed me out
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
We do
mouth
They hot, like the jail cell in the south
Before my nigga Core bailed me out
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
We do
fill my cup and I won't mind that
'Till the day turn old and the night come back
Now we lookin in the mirror, oh, oh
Lookin' the mirror, oh, oh
Lookin'
cousin had to die
I'm looking in the mirror I see tears fill in my eyes
Hop in that ride
Put your seatbelt on, that was my mommas advice
Seven days since
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