| Ebenezer
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| I know times have changed
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| People come and go these days
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| Now I’m asking myself
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| Who’s the man in the mirror?
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| And will I always feel alone?
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| Never feel like I’m at home
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| Looking at myself
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| Who’s this man in the mirror?
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| Who’s this man in the mirror?
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| Merkules
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| 'Cause I don’t even recognize me
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| All the voices in my head won’t let a guy be
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| I’m so stressed out that I better try and breathe
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| But I can’t cause I been so fed up, I’m weak
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| Fuck that, we gon' rise from this shit
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| Put my life on the line, I would die for this shit
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| Always been the outcast, now I’m the misfit
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| I’ll be busy doing me by the time they get it but.
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| Now they tell that my music too deep
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| How am I suppose to write happy when I always lose sleep?
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| Six in the mornin' I’m tryna go through new beats
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| 'Til I look in the mirror and then I wonder who’s he?
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| And why’s he always lookin' at me funny?
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| I don’t care about the pussy, I don’t care about the money
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| I don’t care about the clothes, I just care about the shows
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| I don’t care about the fake-friends actin' like my buddies
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| I was 15 screamin' out makaveli
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| And now I’m 25 stuck with this constant headache
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| These insecurities hurtin' me everyday
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| I been starin' in the mirror, I should learn to walk away
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| But I can’t, what the fuck’s with that?
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| All I can think about is my mom and dad
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| And all the shit I’ve put 'em through
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| When I was young and reckless
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| Weeks turn to minutes and the months to seconds
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| I can’t believe all the wrong that I did
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| So I drink myself into a bottomless pit
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| Lookin' in the mirror like I won’t fall for your shit
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| 'Til the hangover show up in the mornin' 'cause I did
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| Huh, who would of thought?
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| I hope the angel on my shoulder start provin' me wrong
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| Cause til then I’ll be back stage movin' along
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| Battlin' these demons til the 26 is gone
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| I’m sayin'
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| I’m way too sorry for myself
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| And I’m rollin' all this weed up, hopin' it will help
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| And if it doesn’t, then fuck it, I’m out of options
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| I feel it in my bones, it’s been pressin' on my conscience
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| I don’t mean to get carried away
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| But I’ve been fuckin' myself up in various ways
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| Every mornin' is a start to a terrible day
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| And I don’t wanna be another fuckin' charity case
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| I kick and tear up a stage, I’m tryna bring in a profit
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| Drink away the pain in the shitty appartment
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| More money, mo' problems, I guess
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| And I feel like it’s not worth the cost of the stress
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| But, I’ma keep truckin' I’m a soldier
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| Keepin' my composure while dodgin' all these boulders
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| I had no drive when the tank was empty
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| All the hate and envy has been placed against me
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| And I can’t seem to figure it all out
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| But I’ma keep on pushing forward
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| Trust nobody but myself, no
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| I never thought I knew the man that’s in the mirror
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| Until I stopped making excuses
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| Now it couldn’t be more clear, yeah
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| Ebenezer |