| Reflecting, I reflect, I probably haven’t been the best
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| I’ve been away, I’ve been depressed
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| Been tryna raise you with a cheque
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| Now I can blame it on success and claim that I just need money
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| Making up for lost time you can’t get back on no rolly
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| In the mornings we connect in ways we haven’t done
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| I pray them school runs would turn into a marathon
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| It’s funny how I always work from home but don’t get home from work
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| It’s funny how I pray you grow and work but don’t get home from church
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| Now I’m reflecting through my sentences, that’s just a lonely verse
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| I made a promise in my foreign whip so that I won’t reverse
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| Now I’m speeding down memory lane
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| Running out of petrol almost every day
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| Reflecting how I treated every woman that I sexed
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| And now my daughter’s nearly ten like I found my common sense
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| I guess it’s easy to regret, like it’s easy to finesse
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| But now I finally got the message I can CC all my friends
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| We got kids the same age
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| We used to roll the whole day, we got older then we went our own ways
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| We ain’t spoken in a minute, you been on my mind for hours
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| When it’s all said and done it’ll be written in loads of flowers on the coffin
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| You been my nigga from we cotting
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| First tooth, first coup, first college, first zoot
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| First move, first bondage, first bar, 32
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| First honest reflecting how I’m treating all these members of my family
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| You my friend or you my family?
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| It depends on whether you turn up at the Grammys and you didn’t have a shoulder
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| or a brandy
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| When my show was half full in the Academy, embarrassed to come out
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| When there was hoes up in my couch
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| At home playing cat and mouse
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| There was rodents in my house
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| You said I never had drive, but now you’re wanting chauffeuring around
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| Too much reflecting
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| Too much reflecting
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| Too much reflecting
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| Making mirror crack, seven years bad luck now, yeah
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| Hate your reflection, you’re still looking back
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| Wishing for what you had
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| Didn’t know what you had
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| Don’t break the mirror
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| I reflect on my career, I think about the wonder years
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| See, once I went to number one all other numbers underwhelm me
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| Top ten just let me feeling like a failure
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| Top twenty, now you feel like euthanasia
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| You’re heavy breathing in the labour when they’re waiting to excel
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| You think you’ve had your heyday and they feel they’re Tony Bell
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| All the diamonds in your ring that had you dancing like a girl
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| Grew into nothing, something that you’re loving dissembled you
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| Pray for the change to come
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| Came and it’s changing you
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| No way was a chain enough
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| 'Cause the paper keeps changing up
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| Pray for the change to come
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| Came and it’s changing you
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| No way was a chain enough
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| 'Cause the paper keeps changing up
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| I think about Chip from time to time
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| The truth is we both made a difference in our lives
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| And it’s petty that we couldn’t put those differences aside
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| We left it under troubled water and the bridge is still on fire
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| All those times you reached out to have a talk on it
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| I wasn’t really ready for no walk on it
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| Same brother, different mother, same orphanage
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| But when you’re from a broken home you shouldn’t auction it
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| Closed doors turn into revolving doors
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| The internet just made the world smaller
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| They don’t even own a business but involved in yours
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| Staring at a meme with an open jaw
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| Reflecting on my teens there was photo shops and nobody was Photoshopped
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| Still everything was crystal clear without scrolling through a thousand
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| pictures til they disappear
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| Focus — now you’re out the room but your kid’s in there
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| I guess the real Black Mirror’s here
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| Too much reflecting
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| Too much reflecting
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| Too much reflecting
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| Making mirror crack, seven years bad luck now, yeah
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| Hate your reflection, you’re still looking back
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| Wishing for what you had
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| Didn’t know what you had
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| Don’t break the mirror
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| Don’t break the mirror
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| Too much reflecting
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| Making mirror crack, seven years bad luck now, yeah
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| Hate your reflection, you’re still looking back
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| Wishing for what you had
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| Didn’t know what you had
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| Don’t break the mirror |