Charles Hamilton - Maybelline lyrics

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

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

"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 niggas say they fly
When they can't soar?
I got wings, you on the damn floor
That's why you got hands for

Last week
I peeled dead skin from off my face
Using a 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
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 suckers

And I'm still healin'

Charles Hamilton