| I break the mirrors into pieces, I break the mirrors into pieces
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| I just can’t escape from the demons, I think I gotta end them
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| Yeah, I think I gotta end them all, ah-ah-all (A, B)
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| I think I gotta end them all, ah-ah-all
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| Hey, hey, hey, love is stallin'
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| Hey, everything drama, I don’t wanna hear the gossip
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| Tell me how to live, please quit all the talkin'
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| Puta tu madre, así no me hable
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| I just got your girl in my recents
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| I don’t got the energy to even read it
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| You can take it or you can leave it, or you can leave it
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| I pop white, blue, yellow, all for a reason
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| Six AM, toss and turn, I still can’t sleep
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| Oh, I don’t really give a care 'bout what you think
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| (I pout thing)
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| I break the mirrors into pieces, I break the mirrors into pieces
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| I just can’t escape from the demons, I think I gotta end them
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| Yeah I think I gotta end them all, ah-ah-all (A, B)
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| I think I gotta end them all, ah-ah-all
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| Hey, Mary, Eve and the Xanny fam fucked it up for me, uh
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| Sorry dummy, honeys are the reasons for the money, ah
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| You’re runnin' bunny, bunny bunny can’t hide from me
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| From me, from me, yeah
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| I was on Melrose rollin' with my guys
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| Spray paint 070 on the West Side
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| I was feelin' good, spent a couple hundred on Prada
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| Want my diamonds to dance better than my saucer
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| Uh, and I feel like, I don’t even love anything anymore
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| I can’t even look in the mirror anymore
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| I’m breakin' into pieces (I'm breakin' into pieces)
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| And I feel like I can’t even love right now anymore
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| And now everything I dreamed of
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| Is escapin' my mind, and now I just want to be old
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| And I can’t really see you (I can’t really see you)
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| I know you dressed up for me tonight but I just can’t see you
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| I know you did your makeup all for me tonight
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| And you look so good, but I can’t even see you
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| 'Cause I can’t even see myself
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| And I can’t even see my, in-in myself
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| So how am I gon' see you?
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| Yeah, oh
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| But I, I got some reasons
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| I don’t got four, five, six baby, I got seven reasons, I got seven reasons
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| I got seven reasons, I don’t got four, five, six
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| I got seven reasons, I don’t got four, five, six
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| I got seven reasons, I don’t got four, five, six
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| I got seven reasons, I don’t got four, five, six
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| Mary, Eve and the Xanny fam fucked it up for me, uh
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| Sorry dummy, honeys are the reasons for the money
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| M-m-m-m-money |