| Man in the mirror, my hero
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| He helped me center my ego
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| When I think I’m bad like Michael
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| He bring me back down to Tito
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| Man in the mirror, my hero
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| He helped me see like a eagle
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| He helped me hear enemies cry wolf
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| Then he see me take off my sheep clothes
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| Hasta la vista, adios
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| Beat the odds like mosquitoes
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| Keep in mind I’m a negro
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| So my open mind got a screen door
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| Bitches wan' come play the lead role
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| And end up with nothin' but B-roll
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| Sit on the dick in a C-4
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| Then I come back with a cheat code
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| Pill bottle only half full
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| But fuck it, my nigga, I’m past good
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| Sexy bitch rubbin' my tats good
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| But before she do, bitch, wash yo' hands good
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| I’m flexin' muscles that you can’t pull
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| You can’t make a fist 'cause I’m a handful
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| I never really knew my dad good
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| But still grew up to be the big bad wolf
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| You always see me with the white cup
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| Some people say that is a bad look
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| But take a good look at what you are lookin' at
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| You never know when it’s your last look
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| It’s written all over my face
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| It’s tattooed, it can’t be erased
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| One of a kind, I can’t be replaced
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| In case that mirror breaks
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| Well it’s been way too long
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| And I wonder what it’s been like
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| Tryna get back right with ya
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| 'Cause I’ve been on my own
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| Or at least that’s what it feels like
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| Wanna get back right with ya
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| It’s been way too long
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| And I wonder what it’s been like
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Man in the mirror, my hero
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| He helped me center my evil
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| I see the fire in his eyes
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| But he keep my blood temperature zero
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| Man in the mirror, my 'migo
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| Crème de la crème de la Créole
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| Couple a cracks in the mirror
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| Even through the cracks, I see no cracks in me though
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| Daytime start to turn black
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| Everything stop like start to twirl
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| Thank God Weezy back
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| Order is restored, all is right with the world
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| Last time become lost time
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| No free time, 'til I bought time
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| No tea time, no off time
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| No me time, on y’all time
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| Blessings shower from the north side
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| From the brightest flower out the darkest skies
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| Love is blind but we caught eyes
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| It’s a bumpy road but a joyride
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| Still can’t ignore my rappetite
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| Like a hungry shark in a koi pond
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| Still the motherfuckin' best rapper, a-live
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| Nigga, y’all died
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| Well it’s been way too long
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| And I wonder what it’s been like
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| Tryna get back right with ya
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| 'Cause I’ve been on my own
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| Or at least that’s what it feels like
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| Wanna get back right with ya
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| It’s been way too long
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| And I wonder what it’s been like
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| 'Cause I’ve been on my own
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| Or at least that’s what it feels like
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| Wanna get back right with ya
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| Yeah It’s been way too long
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| And I wonder what it’s been like
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| Man in the mirror, my hero
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| He got me center my ego
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| When I think I’m bad like Michael
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| He bring me back down to Tito
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| It’s written all over my face
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| Tattoos that can’t be erased
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| One of a kind, I can’t be replaced
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| In case that mirror breaks |