Mirror Image
Wait, who is it?
It's Brick, ha ha ha
Water A
Water B
Water when I C you in them jeans
These other guys, they call me mean
They don't know that I'm a fiend
Not just in the studio where I sing
I don't really skip
I just really dip
I just get what I want
Whenever I wish
I send a snap, you send a snap back of your face
I'll send it back, I'll send a snap I'll set the pace, huh
Come on lil momma, let me show you how to see
It's clear to me you're missing a couple things
So, come here I'mma show you all the things
I'mma show you how to make me scream
Looking at you is like looking in a mirror
I see my flaws and your blood, sweat, and tears
Your mind and your thoughts to me are so clear
All the good things the bad and the fears
We're both idiots, we gotta admit it
We be pulling in views like we're sitting out fishing
We divide and conquer like it's nuclear fission
But I see it all out there, got the clearest vision
If it ever gets to the point of division
I'll be watching the clock, waiting for the next tick of the
Time bomb, to up and explode
The wind blows and makes it erode
Call me Hugh Jack cause this is the show
I'll be popping off just to step on your toes
But didn't you do the same old thing
Just get on your phone and call me, ring ring
You wanted me to send out a link
So people saw what you'd written with ink
We're both idiots
But at least I can say that I got more clever lyrics
Let it rip, I call it a Beyblade
Now this boy talking 'bout how he stealing my bae
Come on lil momma, let me show you how to see
It's clear to me you're missing a couple things
So come here I'mma show you all the things
I'mma show you how to make me scream
Deep voice, call me Corpse when I'm in it
Every day, you know I be in it
In the studio, I be killin' it
In the studio, I be hittin' it
By hittin' it I mean breaking another record
By hittin' it I mean taking a broken tether
Lettin' me loose, letting me go
Icin' 'em up making 'em frozen
Come on lil momma, let me show you how to see
It's clear to me you're missing a couple things
Like me inside of your life
Like we being your type, huh
It's Brick
It's Brick, ha ha ha
Water A
Water B
Water when I C you in them jeans
These other guys, they call me mean
They don't know that I'm a fiend
Not just in the studio where I sing
I don't really skip
I just really dip
I just get what I want
Whenever I wish
I send a snap, you send a snap back of your face
I'll send it back, I'll send a snap I'll set the pace, huh
Come on lil momma, let me show you how to see
It's clear to me you're missing a couple things
So, come here I'mma show you all the things
I'mma show you how to make me scream
Looking at you is like looking in a mirror
I see my flaws and your blood, sweat, and tears
Your mind and your thoughts to me are so clear
All the good things the bad and the fears
We're both idiots, we gotta admit it
We be pulling in views like we're sitting out fishing
We divide and conquer like it's nuclear fission
But I see it all out there, got the clearest vision
If it ever gets to the point of division
I'll be watching the clock, waiting for the next tick of the
Time bomb, to up and explode
The wind blows and makes it erode
Call me Hugh Jack cause this is the show
I'll be popping off just to step on your toes
But didn't you do the same old thing
Just get on your phone and call me, ring ring
You wanted me to send out a link
So people saw what you'd written with ink
We're both idiots
But at least I can say that I got more clever lyrics
Let it rip, I call it a Beyblade
Now this boy talking 'bout how he stealing my bae
Come on lil momma, let me show you how to see
It's clear to me you're missing a couple things
So come here I'mma show you all the things
I'mma show you how to make me scream
Deep voice, call me Corpse when I'm in it
Every day, you know I be in it
In the studio, I be killin' it
In the studio, I be hittin' it
By hittin' it I mean breaking another record
By hittin' it I mean taking a broken tether
Lettin' me loose, letting me go
Icin' 'em up making 'em frozen
Come on lil momma, let me show you how to see
It's clear to me you're missing a couple things
Like me inside of your life
Like we being your type, huh
It's Brick
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Burns
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