Songtexte Ladies First - THANOS

Yo, let's go, ladies, you ready for the truth
Nah, I doubt it
Yo, why you flinchin? Is it cause the mirror tells lies
Do you hate the reflection or the bags under your eyes

What's that smell, girl? Is that Chanel or Defeat
You maskin' your reality with perfume and deceit
Are you overweight? Can't fit the jeans you bought last
A slave to the diet, but you still hit that fast pass

One breast bigger, yet a bra don't align
Lopsided like your lies, truth droppin' like landmines
Paint your face up, doll, hide the cracks in the creases
Foundation thicker than the stories your mouth releases

Lipstick on crooked, still chasin' validation
A masterpiece of makeup, but no soul in formation
How many times you rehearse that natural beauty lie
When every morning's a war just to feel less dry

Your hair extension's fake, nails brittle and chipped
Confidence is a script and your ego's a clip
How many men been through your locked front door
Countless keys in rotation, yet you beg for more

Does he know your past or did you bury it deep
Is he rentin' that body or did he get it on lease
You call it self-care, but we call it disguise
Coverin' stretch marks, sell your light and your cries

Do you even own a mirror that don't make you thin
Or do you Photoshop yourself just to fit in
What's the body count? Do you even remember
Or did you reset the clock like it's a new December

Got you cryin' in the shower scrubbin' off regret
But no soap can erase the stains that you collect
Does he know you pretend? Does he know you rehearse
Do you feel clean or does your conscience curse

I ain't here to judge, oh wait, yes I am
I'm the voice of your doubts, I'm the ghost of your scams
Let's talk about smells, yeah, I said it, don't flinch
Does it reek of shame or desperation in a pinch

Your crown's Crooked Queen and your throne's a mirage
You're a kingdom of chaos, a living collage
Truth hurts, huh? You thought I wouldn't say it
This ain't personal, it's factual

Mirror, who's cryin' now
Still fakin' it though
Yeah, you can run from yourself, but not from me
I'm the voice of your doubts, I'm the ghost of your scams

Let's talk about smells, yeah, I said it, don't flinch
Does it reek of shame or desperation in a pinch
Your crown's Crooked Queen and your throne's a mirage
You're a kingdom of chaos, a living collage

Yeah, you can run from yourself, but not from me
Truth hurts, huh? You thought I wouldn't say it
This ain't personal, it's factual
Mirror, who's cryin' now

Truth hurts, huh? You thought I wouldn't say it
This ain't personal, it's factual
Still fakin' it though
Yeah, you can run from yourself, but not from me

I'm the voice of your doubts, I'm the ghost of your scams
Let's talk about smells, yeah
You can run from yourself, but not from me