Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all
Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,
While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal
I could run a thousand mountains with the power i feel
The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,
Everybody seems to misread every sentence
Angle these beats like a pentagon
Burning up,turn the fan on/
' alright, already, the show goes on
Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb
"hurry up, the cams on,
New message from mom
I'm racing pacing these mountains, chasing that evasive fountain
You must have won every pageant in america when you was young
' alright, already, the show goes on
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
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