Phantom in the Mirror (Dirt Nasty*)

[Intro - Whistling synth lead + low voice] Yeah… another fake-ass day in the game Whistle blowin’ through the fog… uh BordomsBurden spittin’ that real [Verse 1] Step out the crib rockin’ this disguise I built myself Smilin’ for the crowd but inside it’s a whole ‘nother realm Talkin’ big shit, flexin’ like I own the whole block But damn, this shell I’m wearin’ feel like a motherfuckin’ lock Homies think I’m solid, they don’t see the cracks and shit Every laugh I fake, another piece of soul I forfeit Mirror on the wall keep callin’ me a fraud, no cap Who the hell is this clown I’m pretendin’ to be? Fuck that [Chorus - Catchy, with whistle melodies weaving in/out] I’m the phantom in the mirror, damn, who the fuck is you? Playin’ roles for the streets, hidin’ what is true Shit ain’t real, this mask got me losin’ my mind Every day another lie, leavin’ the real me behind (Whistle hook) Phantom… phantom… slippin’ through the smoke Motherfucker in the glass, when you gon’ let go? [Verse 2] Postin’ up like a king but the crown is counterfeit Chasin’ validation, drownin’ in this bullshit Whispers in my head say “drop the act you damn fool” But the fake me got the game, pullin’ strings like a tool Sippin’ on that poison, numbin’ out the inner voice Livin’ for the likes while the real soul gets destroyed Sneakin’ through the nights with this double life routine Catch me in the corner trippin’, chasin’ what it means [Chorus - Catchy, with whistle melodies weaving in/out] I’m the phantom in the mirror, damn, who the fuck is you? Playin’ roles for the streets, hidin’ what is true Shit ain’t real, this mask got me losin’ my mind Every day another lie, leavin’ the real me behind (Whistle hook) Phantom… phantom… slippin’ through the smoke Motherfucker in the glass, when you gon’ let go? [Bridge - Slower, mysterious, subliminal tone] Underneath the surface, the real one’s screamin’ loud Trapped inside this persona, lost inside the crowd Fuck the fake applause, shit is eatin’ me alive Time to burn this mask… or forever stay disguised… [Verse 3] Tired of the games, this illusion got me chained Spittin’ hollow bars while the truth is gettin’ drained One day I’ma snap and let the real motherfucker breathe Till then I’m ghost ridin’ in this shell that I weave West coast nights, whistle cuttin’ through the haze Fake me still dancin’ in this endless fuckin’ maze But the mirror never lies, it just waits for the day I finally kill the phantom and walk the fuck away [Outro - Fading whistles + ad-libs] Yeah… phantom in the mirror… Let that whistle ride… BordomsBurden… drop the mask… (Whistles till fade)