Verse 1:
Reflections of a 5-year old lookin’ in the rear view
Wonderin’ why she ain’t got a father like her peers do
Instead they gotta babysit it, ten years later, been a minute
But before you learn to lose trust, it takes a certain limit
Product of a single mother, fucked up, when I think of love ‘cuz
Father figure packed up, it’s never been enough
So I’m duckin when I catch a feelin’, hate is what my heart is spillin’
Papa killed this fate, a million times, so how do I forgive him?
Pop a pill when pain is killin’, poppin veins, the proper feelin’
People poppin’-up are just a prop to me, to hurt I’m willin’
Porcelain turned poison venom, probably won’t prosper when I’m
Seed without the poppy, prophecy's the problems pourin’ in and
Pop that pussy, my position, lyin’ more than politicians
Call ‘em daddy, guys are billin’, opposite the opposition
Papa’s never far from vision, carbon copy pop’s reflection
Fuck a mirror, it paints a villain, cuz its always papa in em
Hook:
I keep lookin’ in the mirror like, lookin in the mirror like - why do I just hate myself?
I keep lookin’ in the mirror like, lookin in the mirror like - I can’t even find myself
I keep lookin’ in the mirror like, lookin in the mirror like - why do I just hate myself?
I keep lookin’ in the mirror like, lookin in the mirror like - I can’t even find myself
I can’t find, no, I can’t find me, I can’t find, I can’t find me (2x)
Verse 2:
Reflections of a 18, daydream in a motel
Bruises and they both swell, he’s toxic, but she won’t tell
He promised but she knows well, he’s talking just to cope well
And often they don’t go well, but options never go well
Now I’m laying lifeless, my eyes can’t even cry, it’s
Distracted by the lights that a reflection of my iris
Staring at these mirrors on the ceiling
He holds me, I can’t feel ‘em, these bed sheets feeling haunted when we in ‘em
They say ‘cuz she's tall and the way that she dresses, right?
He rapes it’s her fault, she should've been dressin’ right
Like when they catcall, she shouldn't be out at night
But fuck ‘em, it’s all of them that's been taking away her light
So close your eyes, you feel like you stuck
Take those hips, you nip and you tuck
No consent, he feelin’ the rush
Feel the burn with every touch
Open wide to bruise in the guts
Deep inside, you feeling the cuts
All these mirrors never enough until you feel you never enough
Repeat hook
Verse 3:
Reflections to a young girl, a queen, and a young me
Glass ceilings and these mirrors, these fixtures try to shut me
They hope my light broke or maybe I might choke
And wait I “shift weight” like walking a tight rope
Mirrors that we use ain’t a reflection of truth
But a direction of you or a correction of you
Expectations vs. you, how do you separate the two?
When the one inside the mirror ain’t as beautiful a view
So please, baby don’t fold, baby don’t go
Maybe we losin’ control, but don’t lose soul
When we breathe, feelin’ so cold, stories untold
‘Cuz what these broken mirrors don’t show is my soul
Please, baby don’t fold, baby don’t go
Maybe we losin’ control, but don’t lose soul
When we breathe, feelin’ so cold, stories untold
‘Cuz what these broken mirrors don’t show is my soul
Repeat hook
Bass Guitar by: Chris Baylon
