This is a song about "All i"

I start all over again

9 times outta ten

Mirror mirror on the wall

But now i don't feel at all

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

When i couldn't see your face at all.

In my drawsring, ring, ring

I regret all the laughing

I wouldn't be famous

All because i can't feel love

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

When i couldn't see your face at all.

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

I think that they're all rot

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

My eloquence all i need succeed