jazz, poche ombre nella vita. Solo un pianista di piano bar e suonera finche lo vuoi sentire non ti deludera, solo un pianista di piano bar e cantera
: Te ves al espejo, te ries de ti. Vives bajo el pellejo de ser maniqui que se va haciendo viejo ignorando que es lo que hace aqui Te pones camisa y
some noise [Verse One] Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back
space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors I said "My celibate days are over" You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed In the mirror
wipe your beard off Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare vision blurry, cus buried deep in they mind are hidden stories Bet he's a mirror image of
ready for the credit clubber Secret moore Gettin' it together With a big fat bowl Of alphabet spaghetti Watch the birdie Lookin' through the mirror
the day Where I can throw away these numbers That line my dresser drawers and cupboards Start me over Life seems so much slower With your toothbrush by the mirror
Te ves al espejo te ries de ti Vives bajo el pellejo de ese maniqui Que se va haciendo viejo Ignorando que es lo que hace aqui Te pones camisa y el vaquero
, wipe your beard off Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they mind are stories Bet he's a mirror image of that
wardrobe with the louver doors, with the louver doors You know my celibate days are over You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed In the mirror
on check in, in a hurry Under cover there's no need to worry Stay all night if you got the time Or just one hour is fine, ooh, so fine Look in the mirror
frame My sister They are endless three Yet in the mirror of the knife I see only me Do not all step to the end of dreams Down piano wire They will leave
Outside of Town Hall There's a small piano bar Where a neon sign Keeps flashin', Bobo's Jessie plays a Yamaha Underneath the mirrored star And that
Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
ah get ready for the credit clubber Secret moore, gettin' it together With a big fat bowl of alphabet spaghetti Watch the birdie lookin' through the mirror
glad, 'The Weight' played by The Band You know I never had that song ever let me down And I didn?t notice I was speedin? but in the rear-view mirror blinkin
hurry my steeds chased by the wind across the crystal meadows nobody will hear the piano of melancholy the music is dancing in my heart in the midst of
Blaze) No god in the schools let us pray Lord show us how to make change First the man in the mirror gotta make a change (Yeah) But the people in that mirror
