Man In The Mirror chords by Young Adz

Chords with lyrics

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Yeah, brought a few brizzy’s, and brought a couple smokes
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He knee deep in the field, but he just wants some hope
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Never talk my ngas business, hang me till I choke
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Life gets harder, akhi, you gotta take it as it goes
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I remember being broke, all the times, three times


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Just puttin’ nittys on my phone
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Now I’m up in Hatton
I’m shoppin’ Forever Rose
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Failed a thousand times, stayed solid and didn’t fold
You know how the story goes

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You run that bag up and you watch hella people change
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You never used to call me for money, so who’s the same
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I never forced a fiend to smoke nothin’, so who’s to blame
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This ain’t Top Boy, in my hood, man really Do Dushane

I told my darg Before you rise it, check the aim
My darg uncle went out wrong and started using ‘caine
Sold his mash middle of beef, he lost his brains
If you think you can trust family, then you best think again
Come in good health
I can’t complain
Drove past the blocks where I used to serve Jermane
Brudda took Shahada, now I feel like he’s born again
But the opps ain’t hearin’ nothin’, they won’t ever turn the page

Had wipe the tears off my mothers face
Made duaa for OG, ’cause he got duppy ways
My darg land road and said Who got grub again
Said he wanna Go to Portsmouth
I said Brudda, times have changed
If we’re talkin’ facts, then it’s cap
It’s principles now, but bro got birded for a rat
By the time you done your bird, nobody even gang
Lookin’ at you weird, for stickin’ to the plan

Get a plan and stick with it, or get a stick and plan
Smokin’ at the table, had to use a different hand
This buj been in Dubai, little brodie got a tan
Caught speedin’ with my daughter, tryna put me on a ban
When you keep going and going, you’ll feel defeated
You ever took a loss in your life, brodie
I don’t need this
‘Member hittin’ all these rappers up
I needed features
Now I ain’t even turn up at Nobels, declinin’ speeches

Peep this, my lady my weakness
G**k around
Go shoppin’
And might end up where the beach is
Youngin’ in the trap, eyes wide open
You don’t know where your teeth is
You wanna take the train back
And Go home, bro, you don’t need this

Man in the mirror, man in the coupe
Middle of the winter lean, stains my Canada Goose
Could of sold out years ago, but sat with the truth
And brought the wave to the UK like I planned in my youth
See me and LB don’t stop for nothin’, we plan us a move
Gilera to the Jigsaw on the back as a yute
Free Stains one day, like man, that will do
Before we linked cuzzy and he turned an ounce into two
Turn the rage into pain, turn the pain into pounds
Put the pounds on the plane, brought gelato to south
Are you hearin’ me out

Dargie, are you hearin’ me now
No cup was the deal
I don’t want you ’round me
If I gotta sit you down and coach you how to be real
Came fresh with a factory seal
I’ve been dealin’ for a minute, put you back on the field
Back on the field…