HOOK I looked twice in the glass, still wasn’t me. Too much of their habits in my identity I looked twice in the glass - maybe that’s how it’s done, look once for the soul, look twice for the gun. I looked twice in the glass, still wasn’t me. Too much of their habits in my identity I looked twice in the glass - maybe that’s how it’s done, look once for the soul, look twice for the gun. VERSE 1 Woke up in a city where the clocks tick sideways, loyalty’s a rumor that the weak ones trade. I said what I meant and they laughed in my face, so now every yes is a mask with a trace. They call me slow ‘cause I pause before speakin’, call me broke ‘cause I won’t sell the secret. I keep a flip-phone on the nightstand chargin’, $87 left, still worth more than bargain. The screen’s cracked bad, when the lights go black I see my own eyes in the shatter like cracks. Told myself once that the real stay solid, now I watch the same mouth smile and swallow . HOOK I looked twice in the glass, still wasn’t me. Same face in the frame, but the eyes disagree Second look’s colder, I shrug and I nod, if the mirror don’t flinch, then the mirror’s the god. I looked twice in the glass, still wasn’t me. Same face in the frame, but the eyes disagree Second look’s colder, I shrug and I nod, if the mirror don’t flinch, then the mirror’s the god. VERSE 2 Matte-gunmetal Beamer in the alley, lights low, Essentials on the seat, logo-free, cut clean though. IG last-seen sits at 2 AM they wonder if I’m watchin’ - yes. I am. I learned how to vanish in a room full of heat, smile when they smile, then delete the receipt. The ones I grew with still post where they eat, I ghost when the frame gets a little too neat. Soft gets chewed, that’s the law of the block, so I keep the soft in a box with a lock. The lock keeps rustin’, I oil it with doubt, one day the lid pops and the softness gets out. HOOK I looked twice in the glass, still wasn’t me. Learned their whole game to a dangerous degree One more look and I might just agree, if the mirror says nothing, then nothing is me. I looked twice in the glass, still wasn’t me. Learned their whole game to a dangerous degree One more look and I might just agree, if the mirror says nothing, then nothing is me.
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