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Reflectn
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Reflectn was released on August 9, 2024 by 01 The Campaign as a part of the album Sleep Standing Straight - EP
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Release DateAugust 9, 2024
Label01 The Campaign
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fabrice Ayi-Bamah
Fabrice Ayi-Bamah
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabrice Ayi-Bamah
Fabrice Ayi-Bamah
Producer
Tejan Robinson
Tejan Robinson
Producer

Lyrics

Reflecting on the storm I made
Reflecting all the times you play it safe
Reflecting, I should of known
Reflecting all the time, reflecting
I know it be, find dirt on me like you're researching something
(Then you) Leave and I feel alone
Closed in to see your best side, I bet I'll be
Drove the ghost but not cullinan, I'm needing sleep
Friend or foe, but not a brother damn it's eating me
Left my soul in the motherland can't feel complete
Ptsd in my thoughts, melody in my song
Chink been in the armor, snake been in the lawn
Letting you double cross it, and I knew it all along
How you double cross, and you ain't talk to God in weeks
'Imma go red homicide like g
Told me what you sow you reap, 'imma go quality control like p
Tell me don't sell my soul, 'imma make the devil give it back to me
I'm saying I had a hole where my heart was, end up fragging me
I'm saying I had to hold it all up when the rain start coming down
You didn't know, I had to swap my words when a pussy can't steal my sound
You didn't know I been with yard **** when the killy come in town
You never knew they would cop the kid, when the grown one can't be found
Tell me the kid need help, then fuck it then get 'em obama care
Doubling up on ptsd, ain't no trauma healed
Showing up with nine asap, on my momma them
I broke down a thousand fucking times, without crying tears
Karma coming tell it speed up
When I'm in a new city do some drugs can't get too geeked up
Papers in the bag to roll and smoke, I can't even breathe uhh
Problems in the past come back to haunt, I can't even speak up
Yeah, shawty got his stain, a real reaper problem
Someone call the pastor seeing demons on him
Someone call the doctor, see it feeding on his soul
Rock out in real life, got silver crosses in chrome
Jumping out of the sights, I can't see right, 'done left my right hand
Pulling out of the 'rage in all black, to hit my night stand
Cooling, I bet like Vegas with my life, they say I'm gambling
I'm heart broken, you told me to put it in rice, shit ain't 'gone fix it man
My whole life a description
I seen that ice in the kitchen
I closed my eyes didn't 'wan see it
I mix my knife with the dishes
I mix my drank with prescription
I ain't 'wanna talk back, I'm on addy
I like my shoes in red bottom
How you say you christian, I ain't talk to God in some weeks
When I miss granny, but I can't call her, she sleep
And then miss shawty, somebody call her for me
You say it's war, nobody call the police
Written by: Fabrice Ayi-Bamah
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