Mirror 文本歌词
作词 : Mateen Azlan/Qushairi Jeffri/Husaini Marican/Wira Munir/La Min Htein
作曲 : Mateen Azlan
Tryna find a reason (Shut the **** up!)
I’ve been calling out for help
I made my mind up long ago
But I still don’t feel myself
Tryna find a reason
I’ve been calling out for help
I made my mind up long ago
But I still don’t feel myself
Tryna find a reason
I’ve been calling out for help
I made my mind up long ago
But I still don’t feel myself
I don’t feel myself, man
I wasn't really sure
Sucks to believe my mommy don’t like me anymore
Maybe that's what I think,
How I really really feel
Can't be no friends with the devil
I gotta find another deal
Sit down and think in an isolated parlour
No help when I keep on piling up these problems
I'm in pain, yeah but I feel really numb
Got me sick in my mind, I gotta overcome
Come over I got dimes over diamonds
I got a lot of traction tonight so I’m gon find one
To get the bottom of effect, a divine one
I got the top of the track, so why you whine, son?
Whine about all the bitches in the back
All the lovers that you left
You just leave ‘em with the sack
I’m not ever gon’ distract
How I feel towards a pact
How am I gonna be the one to ****ing fall back
I be making moves
All y’all care ‘bout is them views
Got me amused
Got me sleepy, snooze
On a spree
Ain’t like me
It’s Hussy
I ain't got nothing to lose
But got a friend on that blues, excuse
You ain’t know nothing what he fought
Took him like a gunshot
(Boom)
In a room feeling like a tomb
So you assume or presume
I gotta go resume
On inhaling fumes
For me to get my mind off it
And admit that I'm in a tarpit
Materialistic, superficial on the daily
If I
If I
If I
If I could (If I could)
If I could call the divine just to save me
Erase me
Live life contemplating
When the end is bound to chase me
Endless harassment
Correct the wrong placement
I’m faced with
Choices that we’re laced with
It’s wasted
True talent hidden under limelight
Only looking out for faces
Picking when the time's right
Profits in the bag
Then you get the dough
Then I get the dough
Then I left it all when I’m getting old
Getting all slow with the shows
How I’m losing face
Getting through the race
Of the fittest with the ****ing greatest
At the top of the game, ain’t gotta cater
To these ****ing lame ass bitches
All these bitches they just wanna hear the rhymes
They dont give a **** ‘bout what you have to say
They dont give a **** if you ‘bout to shine
Nobody knows if you're making history today
All these bitches they just wanna hear the rhymes
They dont give a **** ‘bout what you have to say
They dont give a **** if you ‘bout to shine
Nobody knows if you're making history today
Tryna find a reason
I’ve been calling out for help
I made my mind up long ago
But I still don’t feel myself
Tryna find a reason
I’ve been calling out for help
I made my mind up long ago
But I still don’t feel myself
Mirror LRC歌词
作词 : Mateen Azlan/Qushairi Jeffri/Husaini Marican/Wira Munir/La Min Htein
作曲 : Mateen Azlan
Tryna find a reason (Shut the **** up!)
I’ve been calling out for help
I made my mind up long ago
But I still don’t feel myself
Tryna find a reason
I’ve been calling out for help
I made my mind up long ago
But I still don’t feel myself
Tryna find a reason
I’ve been calling out for help
I made my mind up long ago
But I still don’t feel myself
I don’t feel myself, man
I wasn't really sure
Sucks to believe my mommy don’t like me anymore
Maybe that's what I think,
How I really really feel
Can't be no friends with the devil
I gotta find another deal
Sit down and think in an isolated parlour
No help when I keep on piling up these problems
I'm in pain, yeah but I feel really numb
Got me sick in my mind, I gotta overcome
Come over I got dimes over diamonds
I got a lot of traction tonight so I’m gon find one
To get the bottom of effect, a divine one
I got the top of the track, so why you whine, son?
Whine about all the bitches in the back
All the lovers that you left
You just leave ‘em with the sack
I’m not ever gon’ distract
How I feel towards a pact
How am I gonna be the one to ****ing fall back
I be making moves
All y’all care ‘bout is them views
Got me amused
Got me sleepy, snooze
On a spree
Ain’t like me
It’s Hussy
I ain't got nothing to lose
But got a friend on that blues, excuse
You ain’t know nothing what he fought
Took him like a gunshot
(Boom)
In a room feeling like a tomb
So you assume or presume
I gotta go resume
On inhaling fumes
For me to get my mind off it
And admit that I'm in a tarpit
Materialistic, superficial on the daily
If I
If I
If I
If I could (If I could)
If I could call the divine just to save me
Erase me
Live life contemplating
When the end is bound to chase me
Endless harassment
Correct the wrong placement
I’m faced with
Choices that we’re laced with
It’s wasted
True talent hidden under limelight
Only looking out for faces
Picking when the time's right
Profits in the bag
Then you get the dough
Then I get the dough
Then I left it all when I’m getting old
Getting all slow with the shows
How I’m losing face
Getting through the race
Of the fittest with the ****ing greatest
At the top of the game, ain’t gotta cater
To these ****ing lame ass bitches
All these bitches they just wanna hear the rhymes
They dont give a **** ‘bout what you have to say
They dont give a **** if you ‘bout to shine
Nobody knows if you're making history today
All these bitches they just wanna hear the rhymes
They dont give a **** ‘bout what you have to say
They dont give a **** if you ‘bout to shine
Nobody knows if you're making history today
Tryna find a reason
I’ve been calling out for help
I made my mind up long ago
But I still don’t feel myself
Tryna find a reason
I’ve been calling out for help
I made my mind up long ago
But I still don’t feel myself