Man In The Mirror

I guess we wasn't suppose to see
The things from underneath
We wasn't suppose to find
What lies beneath the sheets
I guess we wasn't suppose to see
The things from underneath
We wasn't suppose to find
What lies beneath the sheets

He hoped up out the bed
Cause he was so afraid
He remember what that man behind the mirror had said

He saw behind the smoke
He saw behind the shades
The man in the mirror spoke to him and then he said then he said

I guess we wasn't suppose to see
The things from underneath
We wasn't suppose to find
What lies beneath the sheets

Can I ask you something
Can I have your thoughts
Do you like my chain
Do you like my watch
What about my shoes
Take a look at this hat I bought
Just tryna be a little up with culture
So it's a couple things I had to cop

Man I know they like em
You better not start fruntin
You think I'm fly
I call it stuntin
Ima call your bluff
Bluffing
I'm on my parachute status
You can't touch this, oops!

Look at em now (look at em)
Hes so immature, always gotta joke to say
Man he must be insecure
Plus I can prove it
Look at how he dress
Tryna be that cool brotha
But he just that hot mess

Easy target
Don't get me started
Steady driving craes car
When really he takes the marta
What he trying to prove
Who ya trying to impress
When an act gets old to the crowd you perform in front of what happens next

I can see past the clothes and jokes now
Yous a fake yous a fraud oh we know now
Every gimmick you put up, we will throw down
Yea we gone shatter every tower in yo town

Man I know that I'm insecure
Do really you think I wanna walking around like this
I'm tired and I'm sick and tired man I'm sick and tired of tryna please everybody I'm tired this tired of this

From the morning when I'm picking out my clothes
To the moment when I walk up out that door

My pride is shooting up to the roof top
While the self esteem finds its way to floor

Man I know I got problems
And I ain't finna sit and try to hide em
So I am take this beat and just ride it
And tell the world what I've been finding

You done seen my issues
Insecure but I'm not gonna sit through
Another day where I can't break
The habit where I try to please anybody
Now I gotta break loose

Growing is so hostile its seeming freaking impossible, you trying to take the time to mature but satan a rob you

Facebook it listen I'm done spread it on twitter, I'm taking back my life I'm a growing indian giver cuz one day canon will get up

Say goodbye to dat picture, personally separate the simpleton split up,
Personality changing the old canon I trashed that,
This a monster who's trashing his sin and wrapped it dads bag so the bomb over bagdad no it isn't as bad as,
The bomb ima drop on the last nerve I just had

I'm tryna grow to be godly before I pass out, I started out spazing but skip it I'm getting spazed out

I'm sick of this beast, I need a leash no more sitting,
As I get murdered under the sheets cuz this struggle is undercover and its giving me grief,
Bloody painful cane I feel so unable to cease it believe that

Every accessorie that I put on, is like halloween its just a tool to cover what's wrong.
Insecurity sits up under like cob is under corn, I just want to break its teeth and be free to see where I'm goin

So ashamed of this naked revelation kinda like its porn, if the problem gets any deeper then inside itl get torn
But I'm already torn I just try to hide the issue
I got so much crap in my heart I'm a need more than tissue (tissue)

But I'm like a pistol getting ready kill the problem
My adrenaline rush gotta little bit of buz from lookin into the closet of problems
And I got options well really one option is to be honest and see how god has been glorified with myself as the target

My struggle is pride its so deep down inside and I'm tired of_ the entire way I'm inclined,
I just wanna see such perfection I know I'm just a bride I'm the opposite of my husband he's perfect, he's a lion

King lion and I ain't lying really I'm sick of trying, I know I ain't perfect at being perfect cuz I'm blind,
I notice my instincts knowing that yes yall my end stinks my entire fesaud is my account, its empty

So lord build me higher than what bob was building
Raise me, to the bar higher than all ceilings
Sky is never my limit since my fathers the real thing
So I'm burning this mask so can you witness the real me

Look at me
You happy now
You'll see the truth
Now or later