Curly Chuck - Mirrors/Tour Dates Lyrics

I got the earth in my hand, with all the dirt and the sand
And what I'm worth as a man, you couldn't purchase a gram of
I keep it so player bitches, filing my nails, while I'm filing my taxes
While 'm falling through hell
I got niggas calling for bail, crickets all in they cells
Chickens all in the kitchen, that shit ain't cooking itself
Plenty books on the shelf, ain't no glitch in my scale
Ain't no glitch in myself, nigga, ain't no bitch in my health
I got hoes that need fed, bros that need bread
Codes that need read, poles on each leg
As a human, I guess I'm brown, but my soul is deep red
And I don't think I need meds, shit I hope I don't need meds
Damn

I got to, I got to, I got to
I got to look into the, looking through the
Look into the mirror
I got to, I got to, I got to
I got to open up my mind
And see things clearer

I got to, I got to, I got to
I got to look into the, looking through the
Look into the mirror
I got to, I got to, I got to
I got to open up my mind
And see things clearer

I know that you think you're in love, believe me it's only the drugs
By the morning, I'll just be a memory
Just remember my tongue and my touch
She watch as I drove on the bus, but she can't take no photos of us
But that's goes, when you live on the road and you never have no one to trust
I know that you think you're in love, believe me it's only the drugs
but I'm feeling your vibe and your energy, I'll remember this moment of us
I don't want to go in the club, cause there's no-one I know in the club
I don't have too much time, we'll be leaving tonight, so

Come and join me, come and join me
Take my hand