[Chorus] I break the mirrors into pieces, I break the mirrors into pieces I just can't escape from the demons, I think I gotta end them Yeah, I think I gotta end them all, ah-ah-all (I think) I think I gotta end them all, ah-ah-all
[Verse 1] Hey, hey, hey, love is stallin' Hey, everything drama, I don't wanna hear the gossip Tell me how to live, please quit all the talkin' Puta tu madre, así no me hable I just got your girl in my recents I don't got the energy to even read it You can take it or you can leave it, or you can leave it I pop white, blue, yellow, all for a reason Six AM, toss and turn, I still can't sleep Oh, I don't really give a care 'bout what you think (I pout thing)
[Chorus] I break the mirrors into pieces, I break the mirrors into pieces I just can't escape from the demons, I think I gotta end them Yeah I think I gotta end them all, ah-ah-all (I think) I think I gotta end them all, ah-ah-all
[Verse 2] Hey, Mary, Eve and the Xanny fam fucked it up for me, uh Sorry dummy, honeys are the reasons for the money, ah You're runnin' bunny, bunny bunny can't hide from me From me, from me, yeah I was on Melrose rollin' with my guys Spray paint 070 on the West Side I was feelin' good, spent a couple hundred on Prada Want my diamonds to dance better than my salsa
[Verse 3] Uh, and I feel like, I don't even love anything anymore I can't even look in the mirror anymore I'm breakin' into pieces (I'm breakin' into pieces) And I feel like I can't even love right now anymore And now everything I dreamed of Is escapin' my mind, and now I just want to be old And I can't really see you (I can't really see you) I know you dressed up for me tonight but I just can't see you I know you did your makeup all for me tonight And you look so good, but I can't even see you 'Cause I can't even see myself And I can't even see my, in-in myself So how am I gon' see you? Yeah, oh But I, I got some reasons I don't got four, five, six baby, I got seven reasons, I got seven reasons I got seven reasons, I don't got four, five, six I got seven reasons, I don't got four, five, six I got seven reasons, I don't got four, five, six I got seven reasons, I don't got four, five, six
[Outro] Mary, Eve and the Xanny fam fucked it up for me, uh Sorry dummy, honeys are the reasons for the money M-m-m-m-moneyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
