[Hook/Intro] If a mirror shows ma real face Why am invisible in that glass pane? Parallel to myself viably visible If I'm seein' clearer... Who that monster in the mirror? [Papa] If I time travelled to tha future I'd tell myself why I can't imagine anything passed his past My present to myself is my acceptance No expectant nature in my purpose I quit rehearsin' these conversations in ma head I lay in bed 'n' request for tomorrow in advance... But every fuckin' time the answers dissolve the moment I ask They say it's a destiny, or even God's plan Hell even nothing at all, as long as your addicted to knowledge so you can turn into a "yes man" If my destiny is a canvas Then I know my inner kid was behind the paint He thought he'd rid the world of all the pain All that's left in his wake is the opaque stench of death an' the stains This is all that holds me back on the day ta day Tell me future, why can't I see passed my current days? [Hook Bridged] If that's my paint in the mirror Why am I cut from the atmosphere? Dissipated like a nitrous gas I move fast through these worlds Parallel to myself as I split through time If I could travel to the past I'd tell that kid ta slow down time [NeuroGlitch] Whats the point in having fear of the past? Its 26-time to leave that fear in the past-right? Actions make the downfall. The climb builds the might. Back up to the cliff top-diggin through the shit slop. Turn the fear into a lesson. The story into anger. Use that for strength to show time who it's messin. The lion said "great big circle of life". Break the mold-cut the line-beat life for the spite. The failures of my time defined me for too long. Wallow myself while I drown in the bong. Years of tears and questions if the morning sun is worth it. Too scared for a second try-might as well see it. Yesterday is set-today is semi controlled-while tomorrow doesnt need to be spent in a dark hole. [Outro] [Neuro x Papa] [Neuro] It's 2016, time to leave that fear in the past, right? Actions make the downpour, the climb builds the might The failures of my time defined me for too long Swallow myself while I drown in the pond [Papa] If that's my paint in the mirror If a mirror shows my real face Why am I cut from the atmosphere? Why am I invisible in that glass pane? Parallel to myself as I split through time If I could travel to the past, I'd tell that kid to slow down time
