Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Maybelline

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(Charles verse one)
Miss mirror doesn't like me
Yesterday she said there is no one like me
But today she said beauty is my psyche
And I'm crazy.. Feelin' something wrong with what I might be
I see who's my response to my reflected image
Eff the mention, I'm sick enough to find a message in it
Unless I'm livin' in sir of me, I am me
How can I not feel worthy
Of the love that I require from the universe
In the universe is undiscovered but this universe is to be first
This is my dwelling
Tell miss reflection not to miss me, I'm tellin' the whole world her weakness
She knows it isn't me.. So she kissin' me to get closer to the deep
Should I let her? No, 'cause she buggin'
And If I slip she will tell me her feelings mean nothing

(Hook)
It's not up to you (to make me feel like I never did before)
It's not up to you (to make me feel like I wanna live for more)
It's not up to you (to love me until my heart can't feel no more)
It's not up to you

(Charles verse two)
She's so pretty I say as I watch the pop singer
Pop and lock and bring a man in front of the camera to show off
I live the life of a nobody that sight makes me wanna go off
Hold off on all criticism, lonliness..
Only makes me dwell in all my homliness..
How can I help but feel ugly?
They say I can't dress until I wait, I can't stretch
I made a damn mess on my knees to clean it up
I need to beam me up, I'm scotty
Not a hottie but there is two of me, my mind and outer body
So I don't mind my body being blinded by the probably
So don't question me..
Or what I stand for..
Surf on your brain waves and I don't need a damn board
How can niggas say they fly when they can't soar?
I got wings, you on the damn floor.. That's why you got hands for

(Hook)
It's not up to you (to make me feel like I never did before)
It's not up to you (to make me feel like I wanna live for more)
It's not up to you (to love me until my heart can't feel no more)
It's not up to you

(Charles verse three)
Last week I peeled dead skin from off my face 
Using an old butter knife, what a life
I ate it.. Laughed before I spaced
That is what I mean when I say I bite reality I face
Tasted with red wine 
this is no one elses breakfast except mine
Except I did this before bed time and had dreams of bubble baths made of pesticides
Homicide, genocide, suicide.. What side am I on?
Can I die when I'm gone?
So I think I'll just stay here and suffer
With open wounds to appeal the blood suckers
And I'm still healin'.. Charles Hamilton..

(Hook)
It's not up to you (to make me feel like I never did before)
It's not up to you (to make me feel like I wanna live for more)
It's not up to you (to love me until my heart can't feel no more)
It's not up to you

(Voicemail)

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