Reflection Lyrics

Basically this song is just uh

You know get shit off my chest

Just writing to write really

This intro sucks by the way

And I get drunk just to walk around and stumble

you can see the hate when my reflections in the puddle

Play the fucking beat so I can fuck around and mumble

People at the graveyard I'll meet you with the shovel

I don't want no love i'm just being honest

And in my souls I'm writing sonnets to clean it often

when I write I crumble toss it and think it's garbage

I'm off the crown and fucking dropped it and fucking dropplets had hit the carpet

who said happiness ain't cost shit

That's a fucking lie because I can't do shit without some dollers

I was positive I'd be famous when in the 8th grade

I think that I would make it when in my grave state

We gone restart

Miss being wee high

All them wee problem ain't bother me I sleep on and sweep by

And weeps try to creep up on you disguised

As pure pros they be cons at sea side

Then sea shell gone remind You

Shark stay at bay you gone realize this real life

This real science ion give a fuck about what bill nye…

Has to say

Some get nerves up when that camera raise

And sum get me nervous bout uncertainty when pass aways

Some get my nerves up when I'm chillingz

I ain't have to think

This the shit to fucking tap my sane and make think I'm jack napier

I write cause it's like samples it's just some that you have to clear

Face to face to face away and not have to go back in there

Not have to go back In there

I got a little bit more

Hmm yea

This whole agony shit

Switch up like channeling shit

Make me forget when I'm with friends and sip and chatter and shit

Just hope these jams is a hit

Some we pass to the kids

And if we teaching hope we preaching what we practicing man

Now I joke in the mirror like a spokesman's on Saturday night

Watch what I say can't get mean yea I auta say nice

Or I'll get canceled if the statement isn't bout…

We in hell and the pigeons turn to ravens

And a woodie hitting bitches like that case on ray rice

I ain't pullin they strings

Say they auta stay clean

Like some Celine make em bearily feel it fant breeze

Needa cool it degrees

We smoke the tea tree

She bringing back the liquor it get more than kinky

But that weed got me pacing like the gta speed cheat

Ding

Ding

Yea yea yea yea