tHe rEfLeCtIoN pOoL – FrostByte, The Creator Lyrics
Wake up, stare at the ceilin' paint chippin’ off
Mind racin' like a golf cart, lost in the sauce
But I told the echo in my room, pipe down, stop trippin'
Fumbled the ball, get up, did a silly spin different
Mama said "Boy, your head too big for the door frame"
So I wear my L’s like a loose chain, ain't no poor match
Stubbed my toe on a goal, hopped around, laughed it off
Pressure make diamonds, but also make a weird cough
Givin' up's a lie, I'm a busy boy
Wake up, stare at the ceilin' paint chippin' off
Mind racin' like a golf cart, lost in the sauce
But I told the echo in my room, pipe down, stop trippin’
Fumbled the ball, get up, did a silly spin different
Mama said "Boy, your head too big for the door frame"
So I wear my L’s like a loose chain, ain't no poor match
Stubbed my toe on a goal, hopped around, laughed it off
Pressure make diamonds, but also make a weird cough
Givin’ up's a lie, I'm a busy boy
