Mirror (feat. Earl Sweatshirt) - Samiyam

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From the side of the gate where they liable to hate you
Despite how they praise in your face, I'mma make do
Split the cake down the middle when I cut it
Quickly split it with my brothers and no bitches, we don't love 'em
High and level-headed, so I'm treading when the tire switch
Self-medic always too restless to let the time tick
Hit the door when it hit 7
Big Thebe, thickheaded, the ink in my pen heavy
Default friendly, but shit can get number ten, Messi
We cop Henney, you grab a bench and you warm it up
21 'fore I step myself and my horses up
Devil at the front door claiming he want war
The hedges is burning up, see, where we from, we ain't learn to run
Unless we was in pack formation
Sharper than a hacksaw, drinking, smoking Backwoods
Team on my back like that JanSport, baby
Grown women, feel him, lot of grown man hating
Off the strength of appearance and a rap vocation

Look in the mirror and what do I see?
Only the nigga, I wanted to be
When I was in rehab like, "Momma, you see now?"
Who's fucking with me? You don't want it with me
Look in the mirror and what do I see?
Only the nigga I wanted to be
When I was in rehab like, "Momma, you see now?"
Who's fucking with me? You don't want it with me
Quit fucking with me

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Mirror (feat. Earl Sweatshirt) Lyrics

And what do I see?
Only the nigga I wanted to be
When I was in rehab like, "Momma, you see now?"
Who's fucking with me? You don't want it with me


From the side of the gate where they liable to hate you
Despite how they praise in your face, I'mma make do
Split the cake down the middle when I cut it
Quickly split it with my brothers and no bitches, we don't love 'em
High and level-headed, so I'm treading when the tire switch
Self-medic always too restless to let the time tick
Hit the door when it hit 7
Big Thebe, thickheaded, the ink in my pen heavy
Default friendly, but shit can get number ten, Messi
We cop Henney, you grab a bench and you warm it up
21 'fore I step myself and my horses up
Devil at the front door claiming he want war
The hedges is burning up, see, where we from, we ain't learn to run
Unless we was in pack formation
Sharper than a hacksaw, drinking, smoking Backwoods
Team on my back like that JanSport, baby
Grown women, feel him, lot of grown man hating
Off the strength of appearance and a rap vocation

Look in the mirror and what do I see?
Only the nigga, I wanted to be
When I was in rehab like, "Momma, you see now?"
Who's fucking with me? You don't want it with me
Look in the mirror and what do I see?
Only the nigga I wanted to be
When I was in rehab like, "Momma, you see now?"
Who's fucking with me? You don't want it with me
Quit fucking with me

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Ann Arbor's latest prodigal son and lover of sprinkles on doughnuts, takes the legacy of all Detroit's talented musical sons and daughters and makes Hip Hop beats filled with snippets of Soul, Funk, 70's Italian horror flick soundtracks, Nintendo bonus level music, and 90's Hip Hop. Somehow, with this much content, the beats still manage to sound gloriously minimal and disjointed. Fans like Benji B, Andrew Meza and XLR8R have been eagerly snapping up his tracks, as Sam freeze frames Electro energy and spits it back out as twisted future Jazz. Daedelus describes him as "a thrilling sound to break the sameness," and Flying Lotus is his brother in arms (they collaborate on the project FLYamSAM).

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