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mirrors - seph cury lyrics

[verse 1]
think i’m hopin’ for a better life
sittin’ here just thinkin’ bout my f*ckin’ life
what is life?
where is paradise?
i got a pair of eyes
take the world to court, i see it’s not as advertised, and
what do you do when she’s always wanting to cry
asking for proof of a god, but you can’t see beyond the sky?
likewise, my inner voice won’t ever shut up
he’s yappin’ bout the future
all the things i ever f*cked up, and
i wish that i knew my older sister
she’s out there somewhere
know your baby brothеr still miss ya’
hope you good in life, got a family
got engagеd, maybe you a wife
i hope he treat you right
yeah, my demons strategize, they don’t wait til’ night
they comin’ out when i’m least expecting a fight, d*mn
fair play, they got the upper hand
see this is war, not a game, we ain’t ever shakin’ hands, nah
so i’m comin’ back with the f*ckin’ artillery
put my lady first like i’m bill and her name hillary
that’s a stretch, but i promise i wanna work it out
all my inner conflicts, open the door, you let em’ out
yeah
[chorus]
i’m gettin’ real f*cked up
f*cked up, (ay) f*cked up
f*cked up, f*cked up (just suck it up)
f*cked up, f*cked up
and, i’m, yeah
gettin’ real f*cked up (ay)
f*cked up (ay), f*cked up (ay)
f*cked up (yeah), f*cked up (just suck it up)
f*cked up, f*cked up

[verse 2]
i’m still searchin’ for the truth
all because of eve’s dumbass and that god d*mn fruit
you get too high when you detach from your roots
but i came out from the moon, so for the stars i shoot
show up to your b*tch’s crib in a whole ass suit
i might just spend my whole check on a brand new flute
like i’m andre, 3 thousand problems my way
every friday, speedin’ that way, down the highway
swervin’ like my life don’t matter
and i’m sorry we don’t speak more
i hate to leave you hangin’ but i’m takin’ constant detours
hidin’ under floorboards like i stashed a few for backup
i feel so far forgotten, it’s unlikely that i catch up
out in county of oranges
it’s been hotter than porage is
never pourin’ that purple sh*t, they would rest my case
and my grandparent’s storage has just been flooded with items
you know i took some with pride
first time my father has cried
right in front of me
i wonder how many times he wanted to
but kept his eyes dry just to seem strong to me
oh, to be a man in this economy
i hope my future son won’t feel he always has to lie to me
yeah
[chorus]
i’m gettin’ real f*cked up
f*cked up, (ay) f*cked up
f*cked up, f*cked up (just suck it up)
f*cked up, f*cked up
and, i’m, yeah
gettin’ real f*cked up (ay)
f*cked up (ay), f*cked up (ay)
f*cked up (yeah), f*cked up (just suck it up)
f*cked up, f*cked up

- seph cury lyrics

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