[Verse 1] Scrolling through my past like receipts Old pics, old fights, buried deep Who was I Who am I this week Phone glow painting my face in streaks Friends in the feed, ghosts in the street Talk tough online, go quiet when we meet I been running from the mirror like it owe me Every truth that it show me Cut low key
[Pre-Chorus] They say “grow up” I say “how fast” When every new win Still feels like the past If I change clothes But I keep the same fear Tell me, am I really here
[Chorus] Staring at these midnight mirrors Trying to see myself clearer Every flaw, every scar, every lie I told Echo in the glass till the frame feels cold Midnight mirrors Won’t blink, won’t break Make me own every choice that I ever made Midnight mirrors Midnight mirrors
[Verse 2] Mama call, ask “you good, you eat?” I say “yeah” with a knot in my teeth Bills on the table, pride on the floor Smile in the pics, pain at the door I’ve been posting up wins like a scoreboard But the Ls sit heavy in the drawer I’ve been praying but I bargain more than listen “Give me one more shot, I can fix it”
[Pre-Chorus] They say “slow down” I say “what for” Whole life feel like Last lap, short score If I change towns But I bring the same fear Tell me, do I disappear
[Chorus] Staring at these midnight mirrors Trying to see myself clearer Every flaw, every scar, every lie I told Echo in the glass till the frame feels cold Midnight mirrors Won’t blink, won’t break Make me own every choice
Estilo de música
rap, Moody boom-bap with detuned piano loop, dusty vinyl crackle, and a thick, swinging kick-snare pocket. Intimate male vocals close to the mic, subtle pitch-shifted ad-libs, and a bassline that growls on the hook. Chorus widens with stacked harmonies and filtered risers, then drops back to sparse drums and keys on verses for a confessional, late-night feel.