Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mirror Mirror, artist - Spose. Album song We All Got Lost, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 15.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Preposterously Dank Entertainment
Song language: English
Mirror Mirror |
Damaged goods, I’m tarnished, bulbous, beard bushy, James Harden |
I got dirty, mm, garments, ooh, beer, yeah, carcass (ayy) |
These are minor swells, I’ll get that title belt |
I might as well, I’ve been feelin' Mike as hell |
Michael Scott, Michael Jordan, Michael Phelps and Michael B. Jordan |
Shit, my self perception perfection my visage an image impressive |
The kid is a vision of exodus |
Shit is a prism reflection |
Man, I woke feelin' like nah bro, you don’t know me |
Homie from the nosebleeds |
I should be an emoji, I woke up feelin' like Kobe |
If I was you, I would clone me, if I was you, I would bone me |
'til the day I die, when I look me in the eye and we say |
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest of 'em all? |
Me, no me, me, me, no me |
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest of 'em all? |
Me, no me, me, me, no me |
Hands full, I still handle biz, got a can full of that cannabis |
Sight of money, I can’t resist, and my grandkids gon' be hella rich |
Like mirror mirror on the wall, how the hell did we get this far? |
Still ride around in them broken cars, I’m nice though, I really go this hard |
Look in the mirror, I used to be bitter, almost a quitter but thank God I didn’t |
Now I just curl up again and again, I was a villain but now I’m a friend |
Remember the feelin' we never would win, reached for the ceilin' once hope hit |
the fan |
Dude of the city, I got it on cam, whoa, this ain’t as hard as I can go |
And they said that I’d never be shit, no, oh whoa |
This why and I’m talkin' like this, now one, two, three, four |
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest of 'em all? |
Me, no me, me, me, no me |
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest of 'em all? |
Me, no me, me, me, no me |
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest of 'em all? |
Me, no me, me, me, no me |
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest of 'em all? |
Me, no me, me, me, no me |
I look in the mirror, damn, it’s just so scenic |
Katie Lavike in fifth grade, she told me I’m conceited |
I said, «what's that mean, bitch?» |
She said, «don't call me a bitch! |
Conceited is arrogant, it means you’re a dick!» |
I said, «it sounds like it |
means I’m the shit» |
Man, I’ll be dope 'til I’m seventy, I am a God, I’m so heavenly |
I’m 5'8 but feel seven feet 'cause my ego goes on and on |
Higher and higher and high, one day I’ll pop and I’ll fall from the sky |
Cue the parade I demand when I die, on the highway to hell, can you give me a |
ride? |
Mirror mirror, hit me back, want no fiction, only facts |
If I’m the greatest ever, play that sax |
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest of 'em all? |
Me, no me, no me, no me |
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest of 'em all? |
Me, no me |