PINK FLOWER (feat. Dana Williams & Julian Bell)
Hey Alex, it's me
I just wanted to hit you up to see if maybe you could give me a call sometime and we could...
Talk about what we're doing; what this is
The way it's going right now, I...
I'm going crazy
Okay, bye
Won't you stay with me
Till the morning sun comes up?
Come away with me
There's nothing here for you, what's there to lose?
Won't you stay with me
Till the morning sun comes up?
Come away with me
There's nothing here for you, what's there to lose?
To maintain, that's the price of fame
Walked in, lights dim, never knowing my name
Now it's sold-out shows, they try expose what I made
You a fake-ass rapper, you a hoe in a lane
And I made this life from picking holes in my brain
I was born with a vision, Alexander the Great
And that fake love creeping like the cancer I born
June 27th, 1993, I came on
With them black fists high and them blisters in it
Black boy, white friends, he don't know different
Days spent scrubbing on his face in the mirror
My blood bleed red so why them homeboys whisper?
Cold nights and dead friends, man, I still get shivers
I still wet the bed, I remember being with you
I see vividness in places I go
I see dead bodies flying of the ones that cut short
And these dreams that I'm living only present to crawl
And I love you, my nigga, but I'm doing the most
Won't you stay with me
Till the morning sun comes up?
Come away with me
There's nothing here for you, what's there to lose?
Won't you stay with me
Till the morning sun comes up?
Come away with me
There's nothing here for you, what's there to lose?
Won't you stay with me
Till the morning sun comes up?
Come away with me
There's nothing here for you, what's there to lose?
Won't you stay with me
Till the morning sun comes up?
Come away with me
There's nothing here for you, what's there to lose?
I just wanted to hit you up to see if maybe you could give me a call sometime and we could...
Talk about what we're doing; what this is
The way it's going right now, I...
I'm going crazy
Okay, bye
Won't you stay with me
Till the morning sun comes up?
Come away with me
There's nothing here for you, what's there to lose?
Won't you stay with me
Till the morning sun comes up?
Come away with me
There's nothing here for you, what's there to lose?
To maintain, that's the price of fame
Walked in, lights dim, never knowing my name
Now it's sold-out shows, they try expose what I made
You a fake-ass rapper, you a hoe in a lane
And I made this life from picking holes in my brain
I was born with a vision, Alexander the Great
And that fake love creeping like the cancer I born
June 27th, 1993, I came on
With them black fists high and them blisters in it
Black boy, white friends, he don't know different
Days spent scrubbing on his face in the mirror
My blood bleed red so why them homeboys whisper?
Cold nights and dead friends, man, I still get shivers
I still wet the bed, I remember being with you
I see vividness in places I go
I see dead bodies flying of the ones that cut short
And these dreams that I'm living only present to crawl
And I love you, my nigga, but I'm doing the most
Won't you stay with me
Till the morning sun comes up?
Come away with me
There's nothing here for you, what's there to lose?
Won't you stay with me
Till the morning sun comes up?
Come away with me
There's nothing here for you, what's there to lose?
Won't you stay with me
Till the morning sun comes up?
Come away with me
There's nothing here for you, what's there to lose?
Won't you stay with me
Till the morning sun comes up?
Come away with me
There's nothing here for you, what's there to lose?
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Eric Ponce, Dana Mary Williams, Alex Chiedu Anyaegbunam, Julian Bell
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