Songtext zu 'Mirror Mirror' von Bailee Moore

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the baddest of them all?
I love to hear you say my name. I love to hear you say my name

Label messages won't stop it.. All that old drama, I dropped it
On the jet flying down south, I gotta go record in the tropics
Million views and everyone jockin. Tryin to be a part of my topic
Got a rocket up in my larynx,being cute don't mean I won't cock it
Got that profit up in my pockets. Blogs are sayin bailee's got it
Saying damn this girl can flow and she's hotter than hailey's comet
Real talk, no gossip.that fakeness just stop it
It's good vibes in my life now. My past is up in my closet

Right when I get home, right when I'm alone
Mirror mirror on the wall always shows me how I've grown
So baby give it to me. Tell me how it is
Who's the baddest of 'em all baby tell me who it is
Mirror mirror on the wall. Who's the baddest of 'em all
The bigger picture is clearer, clearer. Only thing that don't lie is the mirror mirror

My goodness, I'm this, I'm that. In these articles, I'm sick, I'm whack
Hating all on my name and praying maybe I might go diss you back
Just swish ciroc in these sparkly glasses. Killin beats. Target practice
All the lies you been saying. Girl you fake as hell. Babe, you barbie plastic
Took your place; hardly tragic. Million views, partly magic
New shoes, new views, cup a booze, like party happenin?
Joy ride: While they parked in traffic. On the team, a number one draft pick
Dinosour in my trunk and I hit that beat right outta the park; jurrasic
If it aint the mirror, then really what does it matter?
Opinions of me building, as I'm climbing up the ladder
The mirror don't lie, so take it up with that or
Turn the other cheek, or swing a bat until it shatters
Such a catastophe. Realer than gravity
Sayin you the baddest? Blashpemy
Thinking irrationally. Is this how it has to be?
Maybe, mirror mirror, tell em it had to be
So show em what's up. I got the goal to blow up
So when the going gets tough you better give em enough
No lie, no trust. Met hype, no bust
Public showing me love. No lust
So baby, if you think that you the baddest you should ask him
Mirror mirror on the wall, tell her why I'm laughing