Текст песни Inside and Out - Mischa

(Inside and out)
(Inside and out)

My mind is tweakin'
So I must be on the brink of somethin'
Coded and unfolding cryptic hieroglyphics pumpin'

If it dont make sense
Well I won't spend a dollar on it
The way I'm puttin' value to my hours like I'm pawnin'

Prices tagged
But you can't buy what they're steady frontin' Shop is open
But it's closed inside
I see you bluffin'
Only few can do it proper
If they got the structure
Create a sauce that is acquired
Much like dijon mustard

We on that better tuck your shirt in when you're at the alter
Not every alter starts with crucifix and pan collections
Donate your soul
And just release all of the thoughts repentin' I'm commandin' you to go ahead
And get the message
While countin' all your blessings
The one true confession is how you handle lessons

(Inside and out)

The one true confession
Is how you handle lessons

(Inside and out)

Put up through the wringer
But I'm turnin' off my ringer
You ain't recahing me no
Put down your Twitter fingers
I've carried parts of me further than I admit that linger
I'm the gatherer, hunter
Receiver and The Giver

I know they quick to litter
Polute and spread their shitter
I mean I should forgive her
Sorry I don't forgive her
Like this a quick drawl, but I ain't pullin no trigger
The only trigger pulled is poppin' off and gettin' bigger

Click, click, boom

Funny, how a different lens perceives a view Funny
How you thought I'd be gone way too soon
Funny, how you think you're always last to get the news

I be slayin'
Call me Buffy on my vampire
I be working hard to build upon my empire
All that doubted me
I douce 'em up ignite fire.
I'm not preachin'
But I got 'em singin' - cue choir

I'm livin'
Tryin' to set a precedent
Rack em up
The Prime Ministers and the Presidents
I ain't giving up
'Cause I have to represent
I'm clearin' pawns
I'm the Queen up in this game of chess

Caught my footin'
I was walkin' 'round the eggshells
Distant blindness
To the fact that only sex sells
Raised the bar of freshness
I be on my Excel
Claim they hard
They be Microsoft, excel

Teeter tottering
Back and forth with the arguin'
If I don't talk to blood
Then there's no reason for the barterin'
Heart up on my sleeve
So you don't question what my heart is in
More than just the bread
'Cause this bakery here is artisan

Sooner or later
I'll say it, but maybe with engravin'
I know the truth
But I see most are still up on the waitlist
I know the good guy wins
But Bad Guy still be on my playlist
If you can't capture the image
Well let me paraphrase it

Ask yourself something
What do you stand for?
What do you believe in?
Why do we allow certain moments to define us?
Why do we allow them to hold us back?
Show me what you're capable of
I want to know the real you
Inside and out