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MirKat

MirKat is a contemporary musical artist known for her soulful and emotive vocal style. Her music blends elements of R&B, pop, and electronic genres, creating a unique and captivating sound. MirKat has gained attention for her powerful and introspective lyrics, often drawing from personal experiences and emotions. She has released several singles that showcase her versatility as an artist and her ability to connect with listeners on a deep level. MirKat is an emerging talent to watch in the music industry. more »

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Okay
Jazzy feel
MirKat
Shallow
I miss feelin' independent
Feelin' like I made it
With five dollars in my pocket
Motherfucker, I'm a rocket
Blast off, blast off
That's the sound the bullets make
When they put it to your face
Motherfucker, how it taste
And now my baby's in the kitchen cookin' pancakes
But she don't know that today's gonna be my last day
But okay, okay, okay
That's the way I was raised, was raised, was raised
Can't be shallow
Young black man
How do you feel
How do you plan
To stay alive
While your brother's in the kitchen poppin' them xans
Tryna be a better man than you and I will ever earn or learn to be
Lord knows he be on his knees every day to feed his family
(I know, I know) A nigga gotta find a better way
(I know, I know) But first I gotta get my head on straight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Music bumpin', jumpin' as I play my Cole
To blind me from the fact that my body is fueled with fear
Look out the window, see the cops with all their sticks and poles
Then realize that there cannot be a way back home from here
One bullet in my car and soon I will be contemplatin'
On how the f*ck I made it in this fucked up situation
As time pass they finally see me calm down
I hit the gas and then I start to frown
Oh no, MirKat, hit the road and don't come back
Niggas lookin' real salty, they might catch a heart attack
All these hoes, all for show, they don't know, how to act
They will never shake your hand, but they quick to shake some ass
Now run, before, all the haters start to come
Please don't grab, your guns, we don't want any problems,
You know it, ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none
Now please don't dial no 9-1-1 because the story is not done
And I miss feelin' independent
Feelin' like I made it
With five dollars in my pocket
Motherfucker, I'm a rocket
Blast off, blast off
That's the sound the bullets make
When they put it to your face
Motherfucker, how it taste
And now my baby's in the kitchen cookin' pancakes
But she don't know that today's gonna be my last day
But okay, okay, okay
That's the way I was raised, was raised, was raised
Can't be shallow

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