Mirror On the Shelf
What are you waiting for
Your future's knocking at the door
Get your ass up off the floor
No one's making you
So tell me what you want, yeah
How can I help out, yeah
Get your shit together
Puppet pulling your own strings
Find your place among the kings
Joke's on me
I've been pointing at myself
At a mirror on the shelf
Feels like I'm on the floor bleeding out
Bullet wounds mind, soul, body all around
Waves from my voice box can't stop oozing out
Sometimes it's too much I can't even shout
Don't know what I'm on about
I ramble when there's nothing else to do
To what ideals am I bound
Like a spaceship can't lift off without my fuel
If I became Death, Apollo 13 would be my middle name
Guess I don't got the motivation of Beethoven
Fuck the blinds of the landing, gotta get the window open
Arm after arm, I'll cross the great ocean
Right now got a view of an empty parking lot
No worries it's all part of the plot
Someday my music will be making the whole crowd shake a lot
Someday.
Thinking about shit a lot
Every day, every day, I'd like to think it's meaningful
Even if it's not, yeah
Thoughts are fading in and out, in and out, in and out
Only have so much space gotta make them count
And I wish I could go back to the simple times, simple times
Remembering the good and humbling the climb
I make my own time for myself, for myself, yeah
Boy from a latin country in it for himself, yeah
Multiple shades two tone, two tone
Rarely ask for help, always done it on my own, yeah
Guessing life charades don't know don't know
Still the kids we used to be but look at how we've grown, yeah
Getting good grades in my zone, in my zone
Sometimes I stop and wonder if this is the way I should have flown
Every day is gonna fade, let alone, let alone
We living for the night until our name is written on the stone
What are you waiting for
Your future's knocking at the door
Get your ass up off the floor
No one's making you
So tell me what you want, yeah
How can I help out, yeah
Get your shit together
Puppet pulling your own strings
Find your place among the kings
Joke's on me
I've been pointing at myself
At a mirror on the shelf
Why do I have to try
All I wanna do is fly
Times it's okay to cry but times don't allow a cry
Fortune's pretty hard to find
When it's love and not a dollar
Gotta keep up with the grind
Work with my tie around my collar
Fighting all my demons, I'm a super smash brawler
Never getting in sleep, I'm afraid of night crawlers
Getting straight A's, I'm a super smart scholar
Working through the night, yeah, I'm a night scholar
What are you waiting for
Goons knocking at your door
Get your ass up off the floor
Yeah get your ass up off the floor
Call my life a game, I'm aiming for the highest score
Notice how I play, I make sure I know before
Doing stupid shit, almost boutta quit
Better start fighting with your wit
I said
What are you waiting for
Your future's knocking at the door
Get your ass up off the floor
No one's making you
So tell me what you want, yeah
How can I help out, yeah
Get your shit together
Puppet pulling your own strings
Find your place among the kings
Joke's on me
I've been pointing at myself
At a mirror on the shelf
Your future's knocking at the door
Get your ass up off the floor
No one's making you
So tell me what you want, yeah
How can I help out, yeah
Get your shit together
Puppet pulling your own strings
Find your place among the kings
Joke's on me
I've been pointing at myself
At a mirror on the shelf
Feels like I'm on the floor bleeding out
Bullet wounds mind, soul, body all around
Waves from my voice box can't stop oozing out
Sometimes it's too much I can't even shout
Don't know what I'm on about
I ramble when there's nothing else to do
To what ideals am I bound
Like a spaceship can't lift off without my fuel
If I became Death, Apollo 13 would be my middle name
Guess I don't got the motivation of Beethoven
Fuck the blinds of the landing, gotta get the window open
Arm after arm, I'll cross the great ocean
Right now got a view of an empty parking lot
No worries it's all part of the plot
Someday my music will be making the whole crowd shake a lot
Someday.
Thinking about shit a lot
Every day, every day, I'd like to think it's meaningful
Even if it's not, yeah
Thoughts are fading in and out, in and out, in and out
Only have so much space gotta make them count
And I wish I could go back to the simple times, simple times
Remembering the good and humbling the climb
I make my own time for myself, for myself, yeah
Boy from a latin country in it for himself, yeah
Multiple shades two tone, two tone
Rarely ask for help, always done it on my own, yeah
Guessing life charades don't know don't know
Still the kids we used to be but look at how we've grown, yeah
Getting good grades in my zone, in my zone
Sometimes I stop and wonder if this is the way I should have flown
Every day is gonna fade, let alone, let alone
We living for the night until our name is written on the stone
What are you waiting for
Your future's knocking at the door
Get your ass up off the floor
No one's making you
So tell me what you want, yeah
How can I help out, yeah
Get your shit together
Puppet pulling your own strings
Find your place among the kings
Joke's on me
I've been pointing at myself
At a mirror on the shelf
Why do I have to try
All I wanna do is fly
Times it's okay to cry but times don't allow a cry
Fortune's pretty hard to find
When it's love and not a dollar
Gotta keep up with the grind
Work with my tie around my collar
Fighting all my demons, I'm a super smash brawler
Never getting in sleep, I'm afraid of night crawlers
Getting straight A's, I'm a super smart scholar
Working through the night, yeah, I'm a night scholar
What are you waiting for
Goons knocking at your door
Get your ass up off the floor
Yeah get your ass up off the floor
Call my life a game, I'm aiming for the highest score
Notice how I play, I make sure I know before
Doing stupid shit, almost boutta quit
Better start fighting with your wit
I said
What are you waiting for
Your future's knocking at the door
Get your ass up off the floor
No one's making you
So tell me what you want, yeah
How can I help out, yeah
Get your shit together
Puppet pulling your own strings
Find your place among the kings
Joke's on me
I've been pointing at myself
At a mirror on the shelf
Credits
Writer(s): George Karras
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