(Why isn't it- right...)

(One, two, three, four!)

Oh, no, it's not old mirrors

But, the windows shatter thoughts

Leveled out them poachers

They ain't letting go of that car

Do you find yourself out there?

It's full of articles

They'll say, "No, she wouldn't do that"

That's right!

They're reaching out to me

They tell me that it's all wrong

But, I still stand believing

The same shit comes in time