24hrs - MIMIC

False sense of value from an IG post

These fractured mirrors are how I see myself

They don’t really care what you got happening

Orange lights around my windowed throne

Dandruff falls on my shoulder tops

I lose my weight that I grown to love

My sunken cheeks, oh, look so, so sick

I promise I’m not on them drugs again

Stress built up from this life we live

I got mouths to feed, I take care of them

No rest at all for my broken skin

It’s grind all day or you’ll be broke again

Try my best, but I don’t seem to grow

Hundred plus tracks on the market board

I’m scared of losing everyon from what I built of this

Tattered clothes, but I’m still gttin' the work in

Oh, I feel less important than them

I always saw me being closer to them

Maybe I’m just arrogant and dreamed too big

Should’ve left it in my heart as all pretend

False sense of value from an IG post

These fractured mirrors are how I see myself

They don’t really care what you got happening

Orange lights around my windowed throne