"Reflections Laughing" lyrics
(feat. Travis Scott, Florence + The Machine)
Don't you let me down
If you let me drown
I'll die in your arms again
I'll die in your arms
I won't make a sound
Blood on the ground
When they take my crown
If they take my crown
Oh
Oh
Oh
Reflections lookin' back at me
They're smilin', they're smilin'
I'm trapped inside a gilded cage
A golden blade I'm sharpening
It pleases you, I'll see it through
I feel your chill across my skin
The seasons never change
Don't you let me down
If you let me drown
I'll die in your arms again
I'll die in your arms
I won't make a sound
Blood on the ground
When they take my crown
If they take my crown
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
I know you're up
You think I don't know you're staying up all night
Cooped up in that hotel room?
I know you
You still got that adrenaline from the concert
Ain't no way you're asleep
My girl told me she saw you in Dallas, said you didn't look good
That you barely finished the show
I just hope you're not back to the old you
How much longer you in Texas for?
I'm just worried, you worked so hard to be better
And now you're back, drowning in that shit
Don't let this industry break you, baby
Don't let them take you from me
Wait
I been up tourin' state
45 off a safe
At the top is my place
You and I, different wave
Always know when you're late
I could never tell you wait
Made me talk at the lake
Lavish life type of estate
Losin' time when you pace
What we can do if you'd waste
I know the sky's been in haze
You never been through this phase
Been in fire, livin' fake
Know you try, but it's late
I run the lobby, every summer
Buy her body, two-step a stutter
Platinum 'round my wrist, bird chirp like I'm Stunna
Look around this bitch while the DJ set cut up
Flashes from the pics in my sections while I'm fucked up
Bad bitch I been waitin' to get with, hope I don't nut up
Yeah, nut up, man, this shit is trouble
I been hittin' licks, seein' splits, doin' double
No, it's no events, check my temp, watch it bubble
Don't you let me down
If you let me drown
Die in your arms again
I won't make a sound
Blood on the ground
When they take my crown
If they take my crown
What does that shit feel like anyway?
If you let me drown
I'll die in your arms again
I'll die in your arms
I won't make a sound
Blood on the ground
When they take my crown
If they take my crown
Oh
Oh
Oh
Reflections lookin' back at me
They're smilin', they're smilin'
I'm trapped inside a gilded cage
A golden blade I'm sharpening
It pleases you, I'll see it through
I feel your chill across my skin
The seasons never change
Don't you let me down
If you let me drown
I'll die in your arms again
I'll die in your arms
I won't make a sound
Blood on the ground
When they take my crown
If they take my crown
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
I know you're up
You think I don't know you're staying up all night
Cooped up in that hotel room?
I know you
You still got that adrenaline from the concert
Ain't no way you're asleep
My girl told me she saw you in Dallas, said you didn't look good
That you barely finished the show
I just hope you're not back to the old you
How much longer you in Texas for?
I'm just worried, you worked so hard to be better
And now you're back, drowning in that shit
Don't let this industry break you, baby
Don't let them take you from me
Wait
I been up tourin' state
45 off a safe
At the top is my place
You and I, different wave
Always know when you're late
I could never tell you wait
Made me talk at the lake
Lavish life type of estate
Losin' time when you pace
What we can do if you'd waste
I know the sky's been in haze
You never been through this phase
Been in fire, livin' fake
Know you try, but it's late
I run the lobby, every summer
Buy her body, two-step a stutter
Platinum 'round my wrist, bird chirp like I'm Stunna
Look around this bitch while the DJ set cut up
Flashes from the pics in my sections while I'm fucked up
Bad bitch I been waitin' to get with, hope I don't nut up
Yeah, nut up, man, this shit is trouble
I been hittin' licks, seein' splits, doin' double
No, it's no events, check my temp, watch it bubble
Don't you let me down
If you let me drown
Die in your arms again
I won't make a sound
Blood on the ground
When they take my crown
If they take my crown
What does that shit feel like anyway?
Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Mike Dean, Jacques Bermon Webster Ii
