Mirror - Hidemen

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