Terrace Martin and James Fauntleroy - Reflection

Baby, come over
Let me fuck you in the mirror, yeah (whoa, whoa)

Girl, I ain't seen you in fuckin' forever
Girl, when I see you, we fuckin' forever
My fantasy is you fuckin' me on a pile of money
We made together, cold operator
Don't make me wait until later
'Cause there's a mirror on this elevator
I know we broke, girl, but we can make up
Stroke like a paint brush, wait up
You know we can make, just lay it up
I wanna be the reason you stay up
You know you the reason I stay hard
Won't stop now, baby, thank God, thank God, baby

You don't see what I see
You got your face down, baby
I know I ain't been runnin'
You need to stay down, baby
You doin' a great job
I know the workload's crazy
But you doin' a great job (whoa, whoa)

Whoa
Baby, come over
Let me fuck you in the mirror, yeah (whoa, whoa)

Cold operator

You know we can make, just lay it up
I wanna be the reason you stay up
You know you the reason I stay hard
Thank God, thank God, baby

You don't see what I see
You got your face down, baby
I know I ain't been runnin'
You need to stay down, baby
You doin' a great job
I know the workload's crazy

Written by:
Imogen Heap, James Fauntleroy, Robert Glasper, Terrace Martin

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