my seat, Fuckin with my lever and re-adjustin my mirrors" I stopped to get a slurpee and i noticed i was floodin' in my jeans; Getting back in my car, i split
no surprise, I'm laying there paralized Looking up into the sky helped me realize about us The clouds form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of
a fuck, fuck X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin' for ya 'Cause X is comin' for ya Run, hide, duck, duck We don't give a fuck, fuck Look in the mirror
40] So pimped out about my big spendish I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra chrystall Anybody dat wanna pop off at the lip Anybody that wanna give me banana split
Here's another day at the stoplight I'm lookin' in my mirror so I can see who can see me South Central is puttin' Ice Cube to the test With four brothas
human mind, and it's hard to believe Is the knife that splits the brain Some may say I've got it made What's all the cryin' for? It's a mirror, I've
I woke up one late afternoon And couldn't tell quite where I was Left-over taste in my mouth And the morning after buzz I packed my bag and split
to death, but homie nobody care (Nobody care) My momma wasn't there and my poppa wasn't there Couldn't find 'em anywhere 'cause nobody cared, yeah We split
; lust, wrath and sloth Greed, gluttony, envy and the pride of the thought I'ma tell you smite that servant, kamikaze no curtains Slice through the smoke of the mirrors
then I shouted out my name Well, Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed And with an ashtray big as a fucking really big brick I split
your brain homie, do the right thang I've been in this 'ere since we were drinkin' beers Years we've spent together, used to break up, get together Split
rolling stone But at least I know my life's my own On my back porch what will it mean On my notes tell me what they'll mean Splitting up the difference
's so empty I lose my appetite, day in day out My body's deeply marked, I'm undernourished Mental changes, my mind is splitting Inferiority complexes
try, try to forget That I'm gone A thousand miles until the ocean Casinos sit a couple miles ahead The city's in the rear view mirror Tennessee's in
Well you got more money then you got good sense And a dump truck full of fair weathered friends You say you're gonna change but I don't know how You done split
death, that I'm startin' to die. Forgive me child, if I can't find the truth, I was lookin' for Jesus, and I wound up with you. Cracks in the ceilin', Split
by herself at the end of the day She'd talk to herself but wouldn't know what to say Wrings her hands and steps out of the bath The mirror laughs and splits