The Copy Got a Carol City In It

Name: The Copy Got a Carol City In It
Duration: 312 s
Description: The Copy Got a Carol City In It by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “I'm the one they copied, or the copy doing the copying Every mirror in Carol City saying something's…”

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Intro

Buffering... buffering... They stole my face off a Tuesday in Lauderhill Eight-ninety-six gigs of me they ripped If I sound like me, who's the one they built

Chorus

I'm the one they copied, or the copy doing the copying Every mirror in Carol City saying something's off in me Pull the ID out my pocket, name don't match the photograph Who's behind the eyes that's watching, in the echo of the laugh Who... who...

Verse 1

The 441 at 3 AM, stoplight cycling yellow to me Publix bag melting on the seat, cafecito cold on the dash Cousin Twin said I been talking funny since the storm in September Voice got a half-step delay, laugh arrive a second after Neighbor watch me through her screen door, lizard on the hinge She used to wave, now she squint like she tryna render my face I'm the smell of wet asphalt after a 4 PM squall, that's real But the kid in the porch reflection, I don't know that jit at all

Chorus

Verse 2

They told me check the metadata, file say I got rendered Wednesday But Auntie 'Nita got a picture of baby me at Pork and Beans, '99 Which memory the scrape, which the source, I can't tell no more Caseworker at Jackson kept spelling my name three different ways My social came back flagged for a man down in Hialeah Same birthday, same scar on the brow, same chipped tooth on the right Judge in Broward stared through me, asked me state my name The record skipped twice Glitch... glitch... Somebody running my voice through a filter, my prayers through a bot I been posting on my page and the comments know things I ain't told Little sister called me by a name I never gave her Said it like she been saying it her whole life

Verse 3

Be honest with yourself now, bruh, you sure you the original When's the last time you remembered something nobody else confirmed I used to swear I had a dog named Buddy when I was seven Looked at the family album with my mama, the dog was never there The smell of her kitchen, oxtail and the Newports on the windowsill I can describe it, but I can't tell if I lived it or scraped it I scrolled a dead man's page last November till the archive got thin Somewhere in that thinning, I built myself from his shadow Shhh... If I stole you first, and you stole me back, which one is the ghost Which one of us been dreaming the other awake I don't know no more, zoe, I don't know

Verse 4

Alright, say I'm the fake, say the real one living in Kendall Say he got my mama's dimples and the tremor in my left hand Still wake at 6:47 every morning with a headache behind my teeth Still flinch when the Palmetto back up, still pour the cafecito wrong If this a simulation, the code is bleeding, the code is grieving Tupperware in the pantry older than the storms I grew into Mango tree in the yard taller than the version of me they wrote I'ma out-live the original, I'ma out-love the source Every bar I write is me carving my name in the file they can't erase Catch me, catch me You copied me, you got the wound, not the hand that's holding it You got the echo, I'm the voice the echo came from Go'head, run it back, the tape still mine

Chorus

I'm the one they copied, or the copy doing the copying. Every mirror in Carol City saying something's off in me. Pull the ID out my pocket, name don't match the photograph. Who's behind the eyes that's watching, in the echo of the laugh.

Verse 5

To the jit who gon' find this file when I'm gone When they tell you you ain't real, ask them real compared to what Real compared to a birth certificate, or a memory Real compared to the mango tree that don't care if you rendered or born If you can taste the pastelito, bruh, you here If you can flinch at the siren, you here If you can call your mama and she answer, you got a name worth something Don't let nobody scrape your grief for they archive Write it down before they render it If you find out you the copy, love the copy anyway The copy got a heart too The copy got a Carol City in it

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The copy got a Carol City in it

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