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lirik lagu cyrus mirrors - psychoanalysis

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[verse #1]
i was tired, stars glistening, deep talks, panam at the campfire
what’s missing? ay, wisdom t~~th pulled out with pliers, ay
frantz fanon, white masks, michael myers
how did we get here from baby food isles and diapers
mama’s hugs and santa claus liars, back when i wasn’t even called cyrus
everything i got from my parents was set ablaze by insular matchsticks
i honed retaliatory tactics in malice, while bumping no malice
i’m lying; i just stayed quiet while asking what bourgeois rule is
every summer, we were pretending to carpool in the iranian desеrt
acorns still hide from blind squirrels
a child of the oriеnt, the occident said this is how the world works
and you know the world whirls as boys and girls straighten all of their curls
or flatten they nose
cause you know, history is a rapper that paraphrases itself!!!

[hook]
cause i can rap like i was born in a zoroastrian monastery
does that make me insecure? i would say probably
i can rap like i was born in a zoroastrian monastery
does that make me insecure? i would say probably
[verse #2]
saw a silk~stocking british man in the isfahani town square
how microcosmic
didn’t realize it back then, but as the sapling grows
it becomes increasingly obvious
and it grows dubious; it senses the tricknology sourced by the yakubians
or the coin flips on the other side and you become an 85%er, but not me!
they spewed the racial epithets monotonously
as the epistemological search for an understanding altered my identity, the
clarity is overwhelming
and if you open the doors behind you, the path you’re treading on suddenly
becomes compelling
socratic questioning, morals rendering, portals opening
the cake becomes a lie
[hook]
cause i can rap like i was born in a zoroastrian monastery
does that make me insecure? i would say probably
i can rap like i was born in a zoroastrian monastery
does that make me insecure? i would say probably

[outro]
and the cake… becomes a lie
and the taskmaster’s words lose meaning!
uh, mirrors


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