I turn myself on yeah Mirror mirror on the wall Get into it Every time I look at me If the shoe fits (fits) Wear a bitch (bitch) Never mind, screw him Everyday I see myself

Please just try to read between the lines What's going on, what's going on When I look into the mirror there's another gun When I tell you I'll be fine I still want you by my side Where's my comfort in the undefined What is the poison inside of me The

Knock me down nine times but I get up ten Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win Look, they gave a bitch two options: strippin' or lose Used to dance in a club right across from my school I said "dance" not "fuck", don't get it confused Had to set

Killer, ripper, who are you Take a look into the mirror then you will know Heaven fire up my blood I'm waiting for something that's better Down on his knees he sees the devil weeping/whinging his tongue Mr. Cadillac doesn't even know he's been fighting

Uh oh, looks like I'm seeing more of my old man in me Oh no, looks like I'm seeing more of my old man in me Not until you see Look in the mirror Who do you see? Someone familiar But surely not me For he can't be me Look how old and cold and tired and

I wouldn't have you any other way She don't think she worth it La, la-la, la-la, la Mmm-mm, oh-oh Oh-oh, Lil Boat (Javar said, "Pick up that bag", right?) In the mirror, she don't think she perfect Late night on the net, she be surfin' Looking for a

I think we got a problem Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew Big business minus the business suit Even I look in the mirror like is it you And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes

Sing with me, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Dream until your dreams come true Sing with me, sing for the year Every time when I look in the mirror All these lines on my face

She wish she was a nigga Baby look in the mirror You got your hair and your nails done You fucking who you want Not thinking you was wrong Bitch you wish you was a nigga Damn you should be ashamed Acting like those pussy lips can't hang You been going

Stack dead actors Stacked to the rafters Line up the bastards All I want is the truth Hey hey now, can you fake it? Can you make it look like we want? Hey hey now, can you take it? And we cry when they all die blond? Oh mirror mirror