Reflection
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Gaige Pina
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