MIRROR
Topaz Jones
GENRE
[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Pimps and prophets
Queens and dope fiends
Hoes and hoetettes
We got somethin' real special for you tonight folks
Everybody from Uptown to the South End makin' their way on down to Lackawanna Plaza
[Verse 1: Topaz Jones]
I think I'm finally finding me
My whole life has been hiding, see
I used to suffer in silence
I never showed you that side of me
Hypnotized by society
All the people I tried to be
Gangsta, geek, or guerilla
I'll let you peep the psychology
We packed fivе in a Honda
Origami behind the seat
Smokin' strong but it got mе weak
'Cause this pain we feel chronically
I'm a star, they astonished
I never studied Astrology
I'm too pop, I'm too polished
Or I'm too Pac in my policies
No apologies, bitch
I'm my poppa's lil' prodigy
And my Grand momma coddled me
Said I'm born to be funky
Baptized in pollock or collard greens
Coulda swore they was British
N*ggas would die for this pot of tea
As for me, I haven't been myself at all lately
Runnin' low on friends to call, feel like they all hate me
Switchin' on you whenever I click the call, waitin'
Sippin' on my Kool-aid until the wall breakin'
[Chorus]
Ooh, grass green over here though
We some good fellas, so I need my Dinero
Rain come now, get soaked til' it clear up
Ain't no clouds, just smoke in the mirror
Mirror (Mirror, mirror on the wall)
(Tell me who the realest of them all)
Just open your eyes
(Mirror, mirror on the wall)
(Tell me who the realest of them all)
[Outro]
Ooh, just open your eyes
Ladies and gentlemen
Pimps and prophets
Queens and dope fiends
Hoes and hoetettes
We got somethin' real special for you tonight folks
Everybody from Uptown to the South End makin' their way on down to Lackawanna Plaza
[Verse 1: Topaz Jones]
I think I'm finally finding me
My whole life has been hiding, see
I used to suffer in silence
I never showed you that side of me
Hypnotized by society
All the people I tried to be
Gangsta, geek, or guerilla
I'll let you peep the psychology
We packed fivе in a Honda
Origami behind the seat
Smokin' strong but it got mе weak
'Cause this pain we feel chronically
I'm a star, they astonished
I never studied Astrology
I'm too pop, I'm too polished
Or I'm too Pac in my policies
No apologies, bitch
I'm my poppa's lil' prodigy
And my Grand momma coddled me
Said I'm born to be funky
Baptized in pollock or collard greens
Coulda swore they was British
N*ggas would die for this pot of tea
As for me, I haven't been myself at all lately
Runnin' low on friends to call, feel like they all hate me
Switchin' on you whenever I click the call, waitin'
Sippin' on my Kool-aid until the wall breakin'
[Chorus]
Ooh, grass green over here though
We some good fellas, so I need my Dinero
Rain come now, get soaked til' it clear up
Ain't no clouds, just smoke in the mirror
Mirror (Mirror, mirror on the wall)
(Tell me who the realest of them all)
Just open your eyes
(Mirror, mirror on the wall)
(Tell me who the realest of them all)
[Outro]
Ooh, just open your eyes
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