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[Chorus]
I stare at my reflection in the mirror,
Why am I doing this to myself,
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
How many know the real me, I'm myself.
[Verse 1]
So we start running on the thing that we really really want,
But it don't work out unless we taught,
Sometimes I don't really really care for your ass,
You clean my stuff, do your thing and pleasure,
Though this might not last, you mad but I extend the measure,
The graditude I have for some women indeed,
In times of need, when I really really needa proceed,
We like, bottom feeders and tryna succeed,
Horrorcore or not, this is me on that happy shit,
Crappy hit, let em know what I need to do to come around and
Be different, and extend your wisdom
This bitch hates me, but she love my music,
And feels my movement,
She more of a fan to me and nothing else really,
I aint into all that love shit till my bitch get my fucken CD from the shelf,
So we know what it is to back track, and come and see the real me,
Rise and grind in time and just be what you really wanna be.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I still work hard, for every single dime,
All the time wasted on a girl, nope I'll never get that back,
I finna react, but I never do,
I just stay humble, lay low invisible
Never complain man, complaining is for quitters,
I don't really wanna do that even if I'm a sinner,
I say don't live for love, just love to live,
You know I'm based, I don't really give a fuck at all,
Don't know if college is for me, hope I don't have a normal job
What's wrong wit being yourself? Everybody just tryna
Do their own thing, smoke their own marijuana,
And they just wanna, advance so quick,
While I perfect the basics,
My music erases,
Thoughts of doubt that any of ya'll have,
Incorporate everything into your lil plan
It's true hard work pays off,
You do it for the fucken man.
[Chorus]