Conversation With A Mirror (18 Year Old Me Vs. 22 Year Old Me)

Duration

4:10

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Alternative Hip-Hop

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Started 12/31/14 11:26 P.M. – Conversation With A Mirror (18 Year Old Me Vs. 22 Year Old Me) Who’s that pussy not boozing over there in the corner? This faggot put a soda in as his only drinking order Watch this, I’m about to hit him in the head with this quarter He’s all in disorder, “Look over here pussy, you’re getting warmer” Guys check it out, this “tough guy’s” walking over Hahaha, I believe this quarter belongs to you What are you laughing for princess? You want something to do? Kid, you don’t have a clue, here’s the quarter that you just threw Now if you don’t mind, I have a soda I have to get back to That’s right bitch, go back to your cranberry juice, your period is over due Excuse me, you little tough guy wannabe Unless you want to step outside so you can feel better about your despondency I expect an apology, for getting hit in the head with this insolvency Like I’m going to tell you that I’m sorry, why don’t you chew on that clue Frank Hardy? I’ll meet you outside after I take these shots and we’ll continue this party Yeah that’s right, go and take another drink of that liquid courage That’s the only way you know how to handle any suffrage By filling your emotional holes with temporary coverage That’s why girls will never love you, with all of your extra luggage What are you my fucking psychiatrist? Hey guys check it out, we got Sigmund Freud in here, a modern day mental scientist Look at your face, it’s all red from the drinks like you got psoriasis Didn’t your mother ever teach you to watch out for the quietest? Those are the kids that are the most violent What’s going to be the next thing to come out of your mouth Cuz, a Hawaiian proverb? Repeating shit that I’ve already heard? Get the fuck out of here you fucking nerd Why don’t you chill out and smoke some herb? Yeah man you have some bud? What am I talking about, I know you have drugs Uppers, downers, and everything in between, ain’t that right “Cuz”, as well as a booze filled jugs Because those are the only things that will ever make you feel loved Walking around acting like a thug, mad at the world like you never got hugged Every bottle that has ever touched your lips has been chugged Everyone that has ever shown you love, has been shrugged You think you’re tough because you beat up five pussies while you got mugged? You’ll fold like a little bitch when you’re in a cell and a real thug says he’s going to fuck you, shape up! Get off this path you’re on you fake fuck, when are you going to wake up? The world is always going to hate us When it hits you on the chin, are you going to keep your face up? Or lay on the ground and shake up? This is the world that made us, and there are no make ups We don’t need another boozy and junkie Asking everyone you fucked over, for some money Behind on your rent, and you need something to eat because you’re hungry Patience runs real thin when this is asked monthly I’ve been there, asking for guidance from the Man above me But never received it, so long as on my back sat the drug monkey Because contrary to popular belief, God doesn’t love ugly Why are you telling me this, I thought we were enemies? You were me four years ago, and I’m saving you from felonies Which will all arise from your chemical dependencies We have the same exact tendencies, to cope with our problems mentally With temporarily chemical coping remedies I don’t know what to say You can barely stand you mess, you just fell Listen to everything I’m about to tell I’ve woke up in jail cells, gave coke its fair smells Street corners its fair dwells, put into drug riddled shells We’re born addicts, and are forever under its enchanting spell So change your ways before you’re damned in hell Who am I kidding? You’re never going to change your self By the way, here’s your fucking quarter, and an extra dollar as well Use it to buy a shot before the last bell Barkeep one more shot of vodka That was a good one, thinking I drink to erase emotional trauma It’s a myth you know… What is son? Karma… Finished 1/1/15 6:46 A.M. credits released 01 January 2015 Breath Taking Beats on Production