Текст песни Reflections Laughing - The Weeknd

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-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Reflections looking back at me, they're smiling, they're smiling
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
Оh-oh-oh-oh
(Оh-oh-oh-oh) oh
(Oh-oh-oh-oh) 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
I'll 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?