Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mirror Man , by - Trapo. Song from the album Oil Change, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Trapo
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mirror Man , by - Trapo. Song from the album Oil Change, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопMirror 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) |
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|---|---|
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| In This Car ft. A3C | 2019 |
| Bumper | 2018 |
| Rain Check | 2018 |
| a Relapse | 2018 |
| The red Carpet | 2018 |
| Drunk Punch | 2018 |
| Coming Down | 2018 |
| Blue Shirt | 2017 |
| Militant Man | 2018 |
| mOndays | 2018 |
| Situations ft. Trapo | 2016 |