| Gotta look at the mirror inside
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| Gotta look at the mirror inside
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| Gotta look at the mirror inside
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| My conscience callin' crazy, my flaws often weigh me
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| I’m overseas, I’m on TV, I feel like Carson Daly
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| That drama taught me patience
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| People so often think I off and made it, think I’m flossin' daily
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| I hope my copin' skills I ain’t often wastin', time precious
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| Perseveration put me through the pressure out here, preperation
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| Shine like the sun, just waitin', it’s done, stay with a gun
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| Your fifteen minutes come, just take it and run
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| They only see the way you put it out, don’t see when it come
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| Tune in when you goin' south, don’t even care 'bout your run
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| Let that bad shit come out they mouth 'bout you, see ya, it’s done
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| I’m tryna wrap my head around it, knowin' there’s more to come
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| It got me lookin' out the rearview
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| Yeah, out the window
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| In my own mind, lost in the indo
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| When it’s go time, find big potential
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| Tryna bend, but I’m lost in the limbo
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| Look out the rearview, textin' my own thoughts
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| Time, it waits for no man, then the show stops
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| Gotta look at the mirror inside you
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| Once you face your sins, they’re behind you
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| In the rearview
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| Lookin' through the rearview
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| Got it in the rearview
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| Lookin' through the rearview
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| They gettin' sour 'bout me gettin' cash, lemonhead
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| I left my past, man, it’s dead
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| My daddy shot himself and my heart broke
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| Doubt I’ll ever be rich again
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| My skin is thick, my swisher thin
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| Always felt like I was fit to win
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| The victory go away quicker than
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| It took you to get the shit to begin, ironic
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| I disappear in the chronic
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| I’m tryna make everything I do iconic
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| I made it out of the line up
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| They wanted me dead, they wanted me broke
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| They wanted me out of designer
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| But I beat the odds, I give my peace to the gods
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| They tryna go to the moon
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| But I want a piece of the stars
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| They wanna all be in charge, hey
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| I wanna be free of the scars
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| I wanna see the places on the postcards
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| Man, fuck all that Goyard
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| Only thing you can do is to go hard
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| We feed the ego, let the soul starve
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| Drownin' in it, call it coast guard
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| I be lookin' out the rearview
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| Yeah, out the window
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| In my own mind, lost in the Indo
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| When it’s go time, find big potential
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| Tryna bend, but I’m lost in the limbo
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| Look out the rearview, textin' my own thoughts
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| Time, it waits for no man, then the show stops
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| Gotta look at the mirror inside you
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| Once you face your sins, they’re behind you
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| In the rearview
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| Lookin' through the rearview
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| Got it in the rearview
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| Lookin' through the rearview |