could feel Start all over, man start all over Here at the time of minds'control I wanna play an active role I want to search the final truth Who knows how to feel? I know
I could feel Start all over, man start all over Here at the time of minds'control I wanna play an active role I want to search the final truth Who knows how to feel? I know
with glue, See you can hate em, he don't blame you frankly he would too, This game could I'll afford to lose him, How bout you? Now guess who who
of hair bleach and vodka! Well just think about slim I'm here! Just hit me back and let me know what's up ? Fuck this mirror! Ahhhh! I'm not in the mirror
listen to the words of this song, I never would've dreamed in a million years i'd see, so many motherfuckin' people who feel like me, who share the same
for Not the expression No, literally give an arm for When they know they're your heart And you know you were their armor And you will destroy anyone who
I dont know who but it wasnt me He wasnt all you'd thought he be And then broke your heart, girl you should have let me know coz you left it kind of hard
Who do I see? Mirror let me know You can't know me in the way I do Can you see how I feel? I look different every day I appear in many ways Mirror please
you lovely ladies Sippin' hypnotic Get exotic, mayne, it feel so crazy Repeat Hook 1 Hook 2: Frankie J. You know I like to watch You know I like to
to fight it off, you're faggot you wack and your light is off Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us I know you like to cuss, who could you
feeling low And in your mind insecurities seem to take control We start to look outside ourselves For acceptance and approval We keep forgetting that the one thing we should know
Teach You How You Really Feel Face Up To The Fact That You Are Who You Are And Nothing Can Change That Belief Just Be Just Be Cause Now I Know
too busy covering up your cuts and bruises From who knows what Just like me So why apologise For who I've come to be Cos who the hell am I If I
dead Dead, dyin, gettin smoked like part of the fun They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral J-Dee(Lench Mob): I understand how all my homeboys feel
your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one Hit me! He’s got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes who
Don't wanna leave your comforts Wanna find a cure We're afraid of who we see in the mirror We wanna let got but it feels too pure Who wants to be alone
Records (what the hell are you waiting for) New York City (chyea) Who you know fresher than Nick Riddle me that Mammi you itty bitty Can’t mirror