REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR

Tell me "sorry", or "my bad", confessions I wanna hear
Give you something you never hear I'm a breath of refreshing air
I got problems that these sessions of therapy couldn't heal
Tell me how you feel 'bout your
Reflection up in the mirror
Reflection up in the mirror, uh
Reflection up in the mirror, uh
Reflection up in the mirror, uh
Tell me how you feel bout your
Reflection up in the mirror

Tell me what the fuck you see when you staring up at the mirror
Shit is blurry and my vision impaired when off a beer
Knowin' damn well I shouldn't steer behind the wheel
He got fear when I'm catching him slipping, banana peel
In my grill, it's a Man v.s. Wild or v.s. a bear
Take a seat little child, come listen, pull up a chair
Tell me all your little problems
I promise, I'm all ears
Grab a pad and a pen, I scribble 'till paper tear
Too frustrated to care
I must make it, I swear
2 blunts face it, I share
Then Sunday, no prayer
'Cause one day we gon' perish
The hole dug and we buried
The forefront of my spirits
Got more stuff, wanna hear it
I'm force fuckin' my way in the
Whore, known as the game
It's important that I say, that I don't support no rapist
She a 4 plus 6 in face, but of course you know the basics
The door shut in my face then the lord the mirror take me

Tell me "sorry", or "my bad", confessions I wanna hear
Give you something you never hear I'm a breath of refreshing air
I got problems that these sessions of therapy couldn't heal
Tell me how you feel 'bout your
Reflection up in the mirror
Reflection up in the mirror, uh
Reflection up in the mirror, uh
Reflection up in the mirror, uh
Tell me how you feel bout your
Reflection up in the mirror

Look at you, look at me, what's the difference?
Number 1, I ain't never stressing 'bout bitches
Number 2, I don't mix pleasure with business
'Cause, with making money, you gotta know what's your limits
I got 99 problems, but hoes ain't one of them
I got 99 calling but don't know none of them
911, you go dial up but I ain't callin' them
9 plus 1 in the face or we can't be fuckin' then
Look at you, look at me, what's the difference?
Number 1, you ain't one of mine, mind your business
Number 2, you wash dishes, I'm making digits
But if your bitch in my kitchen then I ain't trippin' bout it
Tell me what the fuck you see when you staring up at the mirror
Guess I didn't make it clear the first time that I was here
You boys saying that you listen, I know you ain't really hearin'
So what you see in your reflection, is merely just smoke and mirrors

Tell me "sorry", or "my bad", confessions I wanna hear
Give you something you never hear I'm a breath of refreshing air
I got problems that these sessions of therapy couldn't heal
Tell me how you feel 'bout your
Reflection up in the mirror
Reflection up in the mirror, uh
Reflection up in the mirror, uh
Reflection up in the mirror, uh
Tell me how you feel bout your
Reflection up in the mirror