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?