Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mirror Man, artist - Trapo. Album song Oil Change, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Trapo
Song language: English
Mirror Man |
Tryna get through the meter’s time |
And admission to survival |
It’s hard to clear my mind |
And it’s hard to leave them drugs all behind |
When your stress level up constant |
Sobriety’s a struggle and the real good |
Women’s hard to find |
And it’s hard to get a job, uh |
Leanin on this bible |
Still ain’t payin tides, though |
Tired of being sidekick to hardship |
Grew heartless |
My enemies exposed |
These poster copies of vacant rolls |
Cuz when the curtain close and they reveal they self |
They got some shit to hide, wanna kill they self |
They wanna paint the wall with a nine to they dome |
Won’t stay for long cuz they weak, play it smart to get ya paper long |
I got a gang of dogs, my (?) |
Where every (?) is a sicko |
But if the streets raised him, that’ll erase him quicker |
Than rottin' away in prison |
Or findin' a pot to piss in |
Part of the problem, who can I blame? |
I blame it on the streets, like preach to him |
Colors’ll leave a stain, what have we come across? |
Oh yeah, aye |
Room full of critics |
No more room on my dick |
I’m tunnel vision |
Keep a foot on all these niggas and they women in submission |
The mirror man is always lookin' for somebody he can Peter Pan |
And slice and dice yo ass right out them skinny jeans you wear |
I’m lookin for somebody in the crowd, or the family |
Are you down? |
Cuz if i pen it it’s surroun |
Haters surroundin' ya spirit till you bow like «I dig it» |
Right |
Too freed up for commitment |
And too cheap so we don’t spend shit on no collar |
Ain’t no slave unless a 40 million dollar holla |
Livin' for tomorrow and it’s |
No harm, no foul |
Stay in line, no out of bounds |
And we can dance all night long |
Turn off your phone and take a load off |
No harm, no foul |
Do I stay in the house or get a paper route? |
How many made it out the town? |
Filled with invisible blacks around like I’m in the school after caps and gowns |
I’m a criminal due to lack of hours |
Plot on killin' you to ensure the power |
What have we come across? |
Oh yeah, a room full of women |
No more room, on my dick |
I’m tunnel vision |
Keep a foot on all these niggas and they women in submission |
Don’t you forget it |
No harm, no foul |
And that’s until you push me to a limit |
I’m not afraid to lay you down |
You introverted and to some |
You troubled girl |
Flirtatious one, (?) |
Don’t get involved |
You introverted and to some |
Flirtatious one |
That’s why I came, that’s why I rang ya bell |
This many times, I can’t explain why |
Been losin' my mind, product of your rage |
You need help and I ain’t judgin' |
Your confidence deflate throughout the day, but know I love ya |
Everyday’s a weight |
My shoulder’s shruggin' and I tug it while I suffer through depression |
And everyone I’m close with get the most of my aggression |
Forgive me |
As I travel through the city reflective to those who pity |
Nobody feel sorry |
‘Cause anybody that frowns is a target |
Nobody feel the need to lend a hand |
When I’m jammed and the car won’t start up |
Pissed like I never should’ve bought it |
I get out to push the whip while your life’s a carpool |
I never had it easy |
I never had it marbles |
Marbles |
Imma lose my mind if I want to |
Swarmed in, stomp you out on the curb |
'Cause I’m goin' through |
Harmful words get exchanged |
When you goin' through |
Warned you first now my knuckles on the (?) |
Kickin' up dirt when I peel out |
The wheels smell like ribs (?) |
Starin' out the window with a grin |
Like I’m finna fuck the world, ditch the kid like my father |
Funny, though he lives in our apartment |
And ‘cause I grew up lookin' up to mama |
‘Cause i grew up ventin' at my granny house |
Sleepin' on my granny couch |
‘Till she take a side, I’m thinkin' «Why I’m cussin Granny out?» |
I’ve been tryna die, really |
Cop lights flashin' out the window |
Eyes dilate |
No harm, no foul |
Stay in line, no out of bounds |
And we can dance all night long |
Turn off your phone and take a load off |
No harm, no foul |
No harm, no foul |
That’s why I came, that’s why I rang ya bell |
This many times, I can’t explain why |
Been losin' my mind, product of your rage |
Maybe that’s why I came |
That’s why I rang ya bell |
This many times, I can’t explain why |
Been losin' my mind, product of your rage |
That’s why I came, that’s why I rang ya bell |
This many times, I can’t explain why |
I’m not afraid to ring ya bell |
You introverted and to some |
You troubled girl |
Flirtatious one, (?) |
Don’t get involved |
You troubled girl |
Flirtatious one |
(Inaudible) |