PINK FLOWER - Rejjie Snow, 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?