Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reflection, artist - Mick Jenkins. Date of issue: 28.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Reflection |
| Put a mirror in a nigga face and he’ll run |
| Tell him that you love him, he may pull out his gun |
| Look just like me, even down to the walk |
| Noticed the difference probably soon as we talk |
| I do not politic with the fools |
| Counterfeit systems, I’m more than kind of bending the rules |
| Donavan Mitchell, I’m definitely finna talk all this jazz |
| Constantly victim, I’m more than kind of hip to the blues |
| That’s why I could give a shit 'bout the news |
| Excel despite we consciously victim |
| These niggas like to strip us of truth |
| Large contradictions, I’m 6'5″ tryna fit in the coupe |
| Large contributions to culture, and somewhere someone sitting in cubes didn’t |
| approve? |
| No ice cubes in my Riesling and you should know that |
| Wash the chicken before you season it, you should know that |
| That’s a metaphor, my nigga please don’t get caught off the Prozac out here |
| nodding off |
| I’m out here getting to these visions I was plotting on |
| I windowshopped it, then I copped it, now I got it on |
| And I know everything that came before that dotted line these days |
| Held a mirror to my face (who you think you talking to huh?) |
| I didn’t run away |
| I ran in place |
| Put a mirror in a nigga face and he’ll run |
| Tell him that you love him, he gon' pull out his gun |
| Look just like me, even down to the walk |
| Noticed the difference probably soon as we talk |
| We only talk about ball |
| We only talk once a year, not even that, I don’t call |
| I haven’t called in like three |
| He 6'2″ I’m 6'5″ he used to make me feel small |
| I used to think he was strong now I know he just weak |
| Got me climbing a mountain it’s all cliffs and no peaks |
| I was slide, hydroplaning, it’s all drifts and no grip |
| It’s all good, don’t trip |
| I used say that with tears |
| He only heard with his ears |
| We speak with more than our lips |
| My shoulders Pringle, no chips |
| I ain’t gon' make it, nuff said |
| One day I didn’t get upset |
| Some shit just is what it is |
| I put that shit on my kids though, I can not go out the same |
| That carpal tunnel my wrist, I’m way too deep with the script |
| It’s paralyzing in fact |
| The analyzing the facts |
| Calculating the trauma to iterate it on wax |
| Fam, if it wasn’t for rap |
| This shit a mirror of sorts, got me seeing myself |
| See niggas see they reflections and get to peeing themselves |
| Them untethered connections ain’t really freeing at all |
| Cold shoulders, I just pray I get to see them shits thaw |
| Bulldozing through the haze, that’s why it’s coming so raw |
| And I ain’t sorry at all |
| Put a mirror in a nigga face and he’ll run |
| Tell him that you love him, he may pull out his gun |
| Look just like me even down to the walk |
| Noticed the difference probably soon as we talk |