Charles Hamilton - Maybelline lyrics

[Verse 1] 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; there is something wrong with what I might be "I see," was my response to my reflected image Eff demented, I'm sick enough to find a message in it Unless I'm livin' to serve of me, I am me How can I not feel worthy... of the love that I require from the universe And the universe is undiscovered, but this universe is to be first Cause 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... [Verse 2] "She's so pretty," I say as I watch the pop singer Pop and lock and bring her 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; Loneliness... Only makes me dwell in all my homeliness How can I help but feel ugly? They say I can't dress, feel a weight 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 n***as say they fly when they can't soar? I got wings, you on the damn floor, that's why you got hands for [Hook] [Verse 3] Last week, I peeled dead skin from off my face Using a old bu*ter knife, what a life I ate it; laughed before I spaced That is what I mean when I say I bite reality I face Taste it with red wine This is no one else's 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 s**ers And I'm still healin' Charles Hamilton [Hook]