Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mirror Between Us, artist - Porter RayDate of issue: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Mirror Between Us |
| We used to box in the backyard blunted |
| Bare-knuckles… |
| Stompin' niggas out |
| Blood on his air bubbles |
| Burner in his bubble |
| Pistol in his fleece |
| Hit Ike |
| The next night we was whippin' the caprice |
| Dippin thru the streets, blue two-tone, new chrome |
| Listen to the beats slap, heat strapped, few phones… |
| New crops, new clones… |
| Aaron John, had to put your name in my new song |
| Born 4/11, 9/91. |
| Murdered on July 22nd |
| Let me light my blunt |
| I can’t front, shit fucked me up mentally |
| Sometimes I wish that your bullet had been meant for me… |
| I hit my tree and pretend that you’re still here… |
| I realize that you’re not, then I spill beer |
| Been like 5 years but its still weird… |
| How many of your homeboys cried real tears? |
| Fucked me up, 'cause you act just like me |
| Look just like me, wear your hat just like me |
| Talk just like me, hit the blunt, light tree |
| Now my nigga’s gone, what the fuck? |
| Life’s deep… |
| It fucked me up, 'cause you act just like me |
| Look just like me, wear your gat, white tee |
| Talk just like me, hit the blunt, light tree |
| Now my nigga’s gone, what the fuck? |
| Life’s deep… |
| We used to hustle in the hood |
| Hand to hand, hard white |
| Holdin' with my aces |
| Tryna' get our cards right |
| Credit card stars |
| Counterfeits around the clique |
| Puget sound pounds |
| Outta town breakin' down a brick |
| Paper in his palm |
| Stay calm hit the pot smoke |
| Joog’s goin' wrong |
| On my mom someone got smoked |
| Lost hope, cop coke cause my pops ghost |
| Hidin' dope |
| See the world thru my kaleidoscope |
| Yo, nobody really know if it was bro dumpin' |
| Shit broke my heart |
| Heard the snitch was… |
| Back then brody used to let me hold me somethin' |
| We was both pumpin' |
| Hope he know that we all love him |
| Feels like I was jus wit him yesterday |
| Red rosé, beelah took my breath away |
| Tomorrow bring us closer by another day |
| Hold your head and hear the prayers that your mother say |
| Fucked me up, 'cause you act just like me |
| Look just like me, wear your hat just like me |
| Talk just like me, hit the blunt, light tree |
| Now my nigga’s gone, what the fuck? |
| Life’s deep… |
| It fucked me up, 'cause you act just like me |
| Look just like me, wear your gat, white tee |
| Talk just like me, hit the blunt, light tree |
| Now my nigga’s gone, what the fuck? |
| Life’s deep… |