[Intro]
Look in the mirror
And I try to see myself
My head full of terror
From the games I play to well
I try to see clearer
I try to forgot the fires I started
I try to be nearer
To where you are
Where you are
B-B-Big Lo$ on the track boy

[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
I'm in LA
Nightclub got my knife tucked
Security they don't check
Bitch I'm on the guest list
Big blunt high as fuck
I don't have to cry no more
Baby girl I'm well numb I don't have to lie no more
She wanna feel alive
She wanna be by my side
I see it in her eyes she in love when I arrive
Tears drip slow when I said I have to go
Baby I'll be back yes I'm something like the snow
Dressed in all white in the club look like snow
Call me Young Snow
Fabric look like coke
Ask me who I am Lil Tracy who I am
White magic steez make a pretty bitch say damn
When I'm by myself witches reaching for my hand
Everything so dark got me feeling like a lamp
[Chorus: Buku Bandz]
Look in the mirror
And I try to see myself
My head full of terror
From the games I've played to well
I try to see clearer
Clearer
I try to forgot the fires I started
I try to be nearer
Nearer
To where you are
To where you are

[Verse 2: General Booth]
Look in the mirror see myself phase
And the book of life and on the same page
And the human being who was out of range
[?] getting stained
Ever see me creeping stay in your lane
Not the first time I've been through all these frames
One hand grip her leg one grip the wood grain
She'll learn by now that I don't feel shame
Bitch know that I know what the lame is
Know that I know that you ain't shit
Shining so hard I feel famous
Shining harder than my stainless
Three lane swerving setting fire to the earth and what I converge on the truth I find that they never deserved it
Unearth it
Bring it to surface
Make me nervous
But when I look into the mirror bitch I feel fucking worthless
Never been a lot but never been a lick
You will never [?] and a fucking broke ass bitch
Broken souls gonna catch my drift
So disgusted you know that shit
I ain't never been nothing
Think you on to something but your really fronting
Tryna stay clear motherfucker
Most of them just stunt
Looking for a goth bitch like I'm on a witch hunt
Mirror shows a whole lot of shit
What you watch with rocks locked on my wrist
Shining hard like I'm a pretty bitch
If it ain't in the mirror it don't exist
Fuck 'em
[Outro]
Look in the mirror
And I try to see myself
My head full of terror
From the games I play to well
I try to see clearer
I try to forgot the fires I started
I try to be nearer
To where you are
Where you are