Jonwayne - Reflection Lyrics
I USED TO GIVE A *****A long time ago days were filled with juiceTV and Oreos, if you saw me thenYou could never see who I amI'm 100 years of torture with a bullet in this handYou can see me now cause there ain't nothing else leftMy brain is a disaster, all panic in my breathGive me shelter now, I really need my restI USED TO GIVE A *****A long time ago days were filled with juiceTV and Oreos, if you saw me thenYou could never see who I amI'm 100 years of torture with the bullet in this handYou can see me now cause there ain't nothing else leftMy brain is a disaster, all panic in my breathGive me shelter now, I really need my restThere ain't nobody flyer than meI say a couple words and you can hear the birds sink in the treesThe fetus and the earth glistens to breezeUntil he listens to greed with ageHe whistles and bleedsI would shake your hand but my fingers are picking under the dustCrumble paper bag, skin in the dustBut who can leave, society is digits and plusWe live in the us, before we're crippled, picture of usIt's sickening, God, dreams of dogs biting the doveI forget the last time that I was living in loveOr spend my nights drinking it down and living it upAnd by the morning feel the sickness of a blistering cupWondering if I've been feeling it, picking the groundLike a thousand pounds lifter but we stitching it upUntil the next time I'm feeling limited with the bustAnd hit the pillow like a bus till the bars crossFor a minute I forget that I was stuck in the gunThere's no fuss, but some of the time it's all fussThere was a time when I felt yeah, the presence of hellTucking at my caught arms with the sensitive smell of smokeI'm in to your cove where I should've fellFalling in the well of fire, walking the desert of many marksmenBut I couldn't find my canteen like Carmen cause karma is my last girlfriendYou can see me now cause there ain't nothing else leftMy brain is a disaster, I hold panic in my breathIf you saw me then you could never see who I amI'm 100 years of torture with the bullet in this handI'm supposed to tell you that I get laid every dayAnd stay undefeated but since I was a fetusWorking minimum wages that mind frameGot this place rhyming in cages, living half lifeRADIATIONS STUCK TO THE PAGESI make records but I want nothing to do with historyThe only time I'm feeling fine is in my inner sleepThe only time I'm seeing shine is in the reflectionSO I THROW STONES AT THEM, I THROW STONESI throw stones at them, I throw stones
