Me, Myself and I

[Studio Quality] [Intro: dj-driven bass-heavy beat 4 bars] (ay yo so tell me) (ay yo so tell me) [clean rap verse 1] Mirror, mirror oh so tall Mirror, mirror on the wall Mirror, mirror shattered from a fall Tell me mirror, what is wrong? Can it be my stupid Clothes Or is it just my stupid song? What I do ain't make-believe People say stupid shit But when it comes to being stupid [drop] It's just me, myself and I [chorus] just me, ( ae ) myself and I [beat switch] just me, ( oo ) myself and I [drop] [clean rap verse 2] Now you tease my suno style And my suno spectacle You say player one and player two are hippies No we're not, game's pure physics, no hippie bullshit Always pushing that we formed an image There's no need to lie When it comes to being stupid [drop] It's just me, myself and I [chorus] just me, ( ae ) myself and I [beat switch] just me, ( oo ) myself and I [drop] (ay yo so tell me) just me, ( ae ) myself and I [beat switch] just me, ( oo ) myself and I [clean rap verse 3] Proud, I'm proud of what I am Poems I speak are not suno type (type) Please oh please let stupid be Himself, not what you read or write Write is wrong when hype is written [drop] just me, ( ae ) myself and I [beat switch] just me, ( oo ) myself and I [clean rap verse 4] for the Soul, a bowl that is Style is surely our own thing Not the false disguise of showbiz soul bowls on wax is from the soul And in fact I can't deny Strictly from a stupid called [drop] me, myself and I [drop] just me, ( ae ) myself and I [beat switch] just me, ( oo ) myself and I [clean rap verse 5] Glory, Glory Hallelujah Hallelujah Glory for Player one and player two not player three not player four But that glory's been denied By kizids and dookie eyes People think they diss my person By stating I'm darkly pack shit I know this so I point at Q-Tip And he states, "Black is Black" [drop] so I'm back in black [chorus] just me, ( ae ) myself and I [beat switch] just me, ( oo ) myself and I [clean rap verse 6] Mirror, mirror oh so tall Mirror, mirror on the wall Mirror, mirror shattered from a fall throw broken glass in my path Just keep all buds twistin' up So I don't get an aftermath But if I do, I'll calmly rally them In the Fourth Day of July 'Cause they tried to mess with seventeenth degree numbers dont lie But its just me, myself and I [chorus] just me, myself and I [beat switch] just me, myself and I [drop] [outro: dj-driven bass-heavy beat 4 bars] [smooth ending] [end] [fade out]