Reflections

Yeah, Masked Wolf
Money can be the root of all evil
Make that bread
But, don't let it make you dead (word)

Young boy, big dreams
Was never chasing money, was just chasing what I need
Happiness is hard to find when your heart just bleeds
It's looks like a good flower but it's got bad seeds
Don't let that prettiness, distract you
Feel old in my bones but I still fly Pterodactyl
I could spit real shit or hard shit
Tell you about my hardship
It hurts 'cause every weekend I feel heartless

Get it? Weekend, heartless, to be regardless
Old friends coming back now, dearly departed
Where was you when I started?
Oh, now that I'm an artist
You want to come back and hang B, should call you Cardi
Part of me broken, part of me wholesome
A lot of me is thinkin' that a lot of me growin'

It's spin cycle, enjoy rivals
Everything's a battlefield, I just see riffles (Verb)
LED, I speak from the LIP
Amnesia back then, nah, they remember me
Tetris when I was falling, I had to rearrange
A lot of L's came down but I still find my place
In life, it's either sit back or take a leap
But you should never make a promise
That you cannot keep

Trust me, the hill is steep
But once you at the top, yeah, the walk-down sweet
Everything with ease
Yeah, there is no such thing
Life can take away but it also can bring
What's a king without a queen?
A king without an army
I swear, I've hit more bars than my boy Barney

A lot of lies can cause carnage, roll it out like Harley
Still was smart and had to get that green
Parsley, still had to ball, something like Charles Barkley
In my room focused on my sound, in my apartment, uhh
Wait (fake, fake, fake)
Now she hear my music, I hear date, date, date
Now I'm typing back, it's too late, late, late
Always believed in me, that's fake, fake, fake (word)



Credits
Writer(s): Emma Jolley Sameth, Tyron Takaha Hapi, Harry Michael
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link