album cover
artist
Christopher Moons
MIRRORS
1
R&B/Soul
MIRRORS wurde am 24. April 2026 von 4796504 Records DK als Teil des Albums SATURN RETURNS PRESENTED BY ALYSSA - EP veröffentlicht
album cover
AlbumSATURN RETURNS PRESENTED BY ALYSSA - EP
Veröffentlichungsdatum24. April 2026
Label4796504 Records DK
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM111

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Christopher Moons
Christopher Moons
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Moons
Christopher Moons
Songwriter
Lungile Ntshinga
Lungile Ntshinga
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christopher Moons
Christopher Moons
Producer
Roy Thomas Baker
Roy Thomas Baker
Mixing Engineer
No ID
No ID
Co-Producer

Songtexte

Mmmmh Mmmmh
Eh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah
A borrowed face stares back, wearing my name Like an old coat
too tight at the shoulders, sleeves rolled to hide The fray
I press my palm to the glass; it fogs, then clears Too fast
revealing someone who's been paying rent in my Bones
Without asking permission
The jawline I once claimed sharpens into someone Else's edge
I blink, and the stranger blinks one heartbeat late
Fingers trace the outline, but the warmth belongs To a tenant
who moved in while I was looking the other way
I don't recognize the tenant in this cracked frame Anymore
A life on lease, half-signed, quietly overdue
Digging through the silt for whatever spark got Buried
When does the eviction notice come?
When do I move back in?
I don't recognize... I just don't anymore
There was a time the eyes held live wires, Sparking at dawn
Now they filter light like smoked glass, dimming The room
I mutter to the empty bathroom tiles
"Come back—even scarred, even smaller"
The tiles answer with my voice, colder, agreeing Too quickly
The reflection nods like it's heard this plea before
And decided long ago not to argue
I shout into the silver; the sound folds back on Itself
The surface quivers once, then settles, smug and Still
I don't recognize the tenant in this cracked frame Anymore
A ghost subletting space where my pulse used to Roar
Picking up fragments, fitting them wrong-side out
When does the key turn? When do I claim the Door?
I don't recognize... damn it, I don't anymore
What if this isn't theft, but shedding?
The old version dissolved in the slow burn of Years
acid eating through the varnish until only raw Grain remains
The face in the glass isn't an intruder—
It's the next draft waiting for approval
It doesn't hate me
It just won't pretend to be the first edition
Anymore
I hold the stare longer this round
Crescent shadows under the eyes like dried Riverbands
Lips that rehearsed smiles until they forgot the Script
Yet deep in the pupil, a stubborn coal glows low
not blazing, not dramatic—just refusing to go out
A single persistent ember in the ash
Maybe that's enough fuel for one more morning
Did there been that thanks for all the knowledge
Chris moves like liquid baby but Moons keep it Solid
6 deep in the whip plotting on them dollars
Moons sitting backseat stoned in the middle like An olive
Wishing all the bros can dodge death and life Problems
Only problem is the kids tryna go viral than go to College
Who borrowed this face?
...Maybe no one did
Maybe I'm just learning to wear what's left
Without apology
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Christopher Moons, Lungile Ntshinga

Shazam-Fußzeile

Sprache auswählen:

Unternehmen

Rechtliches

Google Play Store
Apple App Store
Chrome Web Store
Galaxy Store

Folge uns auf:

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. und seine Tochtergesellschaften | Zuliefererverantwortung
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...