Mirrors Don't Trust You
(Yeah)
Look at myself in the mirror
Past not getting clearer
1942 I need to fill up
Give me the gas
Memory lane making me swang
Digging my grave with this woman
I'm sorry I played with these woman
Deep pass with these woman
I was Drew Brees with the honies
(Aye)
22 when I met you, but I still love ya'
(Aye)
The things you do, no woman can do and I dropped the ball
Won't return my calls
I send you a text I know it's unread, but I know you saw
Too much hate and her heart numbing
And I can't blame her for acting funny
But she not acting, she playing her role, look at the script
(Aye)
Now she on the go
Doing the dash, I know she mad
(Aye)
Dothan Road, pedal the floor, girl I'm back
(Aye)
Know you didn't know, when I'm not home I'm doing bad
(Aye)
Lies I told to keep you whole, when you sad
That's my bad, you needed love and a chance
With someone I wasn't that man
Since you left I understand
(Aye)
That's what I get for overplaying all my hands
Going through messages tryna' repent
Just my diary and this pen
Writing down all my sins
Only time I get to vent
(Aye)
I hope you hear this and forgive
(Aye)
Look at myself in the mirror
Past not getting clearer
1942 I need to fill up
Give me the gas
Memory lane making me swang
Digging my grave with this woman
I'm sorry I played with these woman
Deep pass with these woman
I was Drew Brees with the honies
(Aye)
22 when I met you, but I still love ya'
(Aye)
The things you do, no woman can do and I dropped the ball
Won't return my calls
I send you a text I know it's unread, but I know you saw
Too much hate and her heart numbing
And I can't blame her for acting funny
But she not acting, she playing her role, look at the script
(Aye)
Now she on the go
Doing the dash, I know she mad
(Aye)
Dothan Road, pedal the floor, girl I'm back
(Aye)
Know you didn't know, when I'm not home I'm doing bad
(Aye)
Lies I told to keep you whole, when you sad
That's my bad, you needed love and a chance
With someone I wasn't that man
Since you left I understand
(Aye)
That's what I get for overplaying all my hands
Going through messages tryna' repent
Just my diary and this pen
Writing down all my sins
Only time I get to vent
(Aye)
I hope you hear this and forgive
(Aye)
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Writer(s): Maurice Bennett
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