Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reflections, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Seven's Travels, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Reflections |
look at your face |
(slug) when all I could see was myself lookin' back at me |
reflection |
(slug) and all I could do was think about sleepin' next to you |
(SLUG) |
what would it take to make a woman like you |
view a wolf like me for what I really might be |
listenin' to lyrics, only here’s what I allow |
you gotta try to make me testify for here and right now |
let’s have a confrontation over a cold one |
I’ll give you conversation just to see if you can hold 'em |
I play so dumb |
because I know some of these star-struck small talk art fucks is no fun |
I’m the blood type that goes straight for the guns |
Like before you even smoke, already knew what your love’s like |
So what you thinkin'? |
because I’m thinkin' |
we should jump into your ocean |
Let’s go girl, this ship is sinkin' |
look at your face |
(slug) when all I could see was myself lookin' back at me |
reflection |
(slug) and all I could do was think about sleepin' next to you |
now there’s no reason to lie, I’ve had a lot of lovers |
in my reality it’s impossible to avoid it |
but there’s one reason for life gotta provide some supper |
gonna build a family just to watch 'em and destroy it |
do you really think you wanna get to know me better? |
Don’t you see the drama? |
Don’t you feel the pressure? |
Don’t get me wrong, it would be my pleasure, |
To sing a song that could remove your shoes and your sweater |
Bartender, let me get a shot a beam |
'cause this grrrl over here is tryin' to get me out my jeans |
and she doesn’t seem to believe I’m just another thief |
came to take a piece and make you studder when you breathe |
now grrrl, you’re too smart to be a tour mark |
set the play correct from the start with your pure heart |
and when you’re all alone, I’ll sing into your phone |
if you don’t know the words you can make up your own |
the first time she met the devil was at first avenue |
went backstage with him into the dressing room |
sexy ego trip, taller than expected |
about six foot three, seemed to thrive on his misery |
critical, observant, big words |
sweaty hair, sunken eyes and thick curves |
she said, «I'll make him smile for the simple fact that he needs it. |
I’ll make him smile just so I can kill it, and eat it.» |
You look like you were built for me |
You talk like you wanna steal my drink |
You kiss like you already came |
And that’s a lifter puller line for those without any game |
It’s like damn baby, you know you can’t save me |
But you should still tell your people that you’re leavin' with the band, maybe |
You could show me your house, so neither one us would be so lonely |
If only you would come over here and hold me |
I caught you tryin' to hide your smile behind your glass |
But all your secrets become a swing set when you laugh |
And all of your regrets that you’re carryin' and buryin' |
Don’t mean a damn thing if there’s nobody to share them with |
We been followin' each other all night now |
we oughta be all over each other like light now |
I don’t like crowds, let’s take flight now |
Cause that face that you make reminds me of my life now |
look at your face |
(slug) when all I could see was myself lookin' back at me |
reflection |
(slug) and all I could do was think about sleepin' next to you |
(ad infintum) |
I’m only tryin' to find myself inside her |