Paper Mirrors by ezilez Lyrics
Chorus:
Looking though all of this paper
I put you up on that paper
Im running outta my patience
I’m kinda tired of waiting
Patience a virtue your taking
You just want to bleed me dry
You don’t want to see me fly
Rollup and touch the sky
Been waiting for this all my life X2
[Verse: One]
Fed up
Yea we kind of fed up
For my nikkas tryna get their bread up
Cops is yelling hands up
We be terrified
Ain’t not getting thru us we will notice if u tell a lie
Prosecution televised
Me and all my thoughts play well so I memorize freezing every moment i encounter like I’m paralyzed
Paradise
What I’m looking 4 we got 6 bullets ain’t no need for 7 like a pair of dice
I been doing this since i was yay high I’m still yay high small quarters
I got lyrics in all forms that’s a tall order, sipping on water to numb the pain so I wine less
Nikkas talking behind me back they be spineless
Reach for your armour
If you don’t you a goner
I came for blood nigga bow to your father
I got that sun flow never getting old
Sometimes i wonder why my story never getting told man ey
Repeat Chorus
[Verse: Two]
And they say we ain't supposed to never have shit
Well look at us now
I’m a young black man living life like i deserve every opportunity that comes my way and i do
They say perfection comes with good practice but we ain't gotta be perfect
Evils lurking under every nook and cranny
People tell you that they want you to succeed Imma do my best to believe
You wanna quit?
You could be my guest but I’ve come way too far to throw in the towel and be undressed
When day breaks, ima pickup all the pieces and then pull myself together this is tug of war
My momma told me that prayer and perseverance is all that a man needs so uh
Let us go to war
I’m tryna say that we all special so don’t let the dogs get you
A simple handshake could turn into an arm wrestle
Stay awake or stay alarm but ready for combat
Murena kha vha nthuse (lord help me ) get me ready for combat
And yea i know that pain and disappointment is a stab in the back but il be damned if it holds me back
Repeat Chorus Till The END
Looking though all of this paper
I put you up on that paper
Im running outta my patience
I’m kinda tired of waiting
Patience a virtue your taking
You just want to bleed me dry
You don’t want to see me fly
Rollup and touch the sky
Been waiting for this all my life X2
[Verse: One]
Fed up
Yea we kind of fed up
For my nikkas tryna get their bread up
Cops is yelling hands up
We be terrified
Ain’t not getting thru us we will notice if u tell a lie
Prosecution televised
Me and all my thoughts play well so I memorize freezing every moment i encounter like I’m paralyzed
Paradise
What I’m looking 4 we got 6 bullets ain’t no need for 7 like a pair of dice
I been doing this since i was yay high I’m still yay high small quarters
I got lyrics in all forms that’s a tall order, sipping on water to numb the pain so I wine less
Nikkas talking behind me back they be spineless
Reach for your armour
If you don’t you a goner
I came for blood nigga bow to your father
I got that sun flow never getting old
Sometimes i wonder why my story never getting told man ey
Repeat Chorus
[Verse: Two]
And they say we ain't supposed to never have shit
Well look at us now
I’m a young black man living life like i deserve every opportunity that comes my way and i do
They say perfection comes with good practice but we ain't gotta be perfect
Evils lurking under every nook and cranny
People tell you that they want you to succeed Imma do my best to believe
You wanna quit?
You could be my guest but I’ve come way too far to throw in the towel and be undressed
When day breaks, ima pickup all the pieces and then pull myself together this is tug of war
My momma told me that prayer and perseverance is all that a man needs so uh
Let us go to war
I’m tryna say that we all special so don’t let the dogs get you
A simple handshake could turn into an arm wrestle
Stay awake or stay alarm but ready for combat
Murena kha vha nthuse (lord help me ) get me ready for combat
And yea i know that pain and disappointment is a stab in the back but il be damned if it holds me back
Repeat Chorus Till The END