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Come Here
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Pop
Come Here was released on April 23, 2021 by Brooklyn Michelle as a part of the album Come Here - Single
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Release DateApril 23, 2021
LabelBrooklyn Michelle
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brooklyn Michelle
Brooklyn Michelle
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brooklyn Michelle
Brooklyn Michelle
Songwriter
Alexander Francis Tumay
Alexander Francis Tumay
Songwriter

Lyrics

I know we had one night, I think you didn’t mind
I tried to push it aside, make it lost in time cause’ it’s
It’s what I thought you would like, Though I ain’t
Eleven years old, I ain’t stuck on your soul
And seven years gone, driving
Down two different roads, and this
And this your already know
That part of me don’t wanna let go (that part)
But you ain’t gotta sweat it
Later we could just forget it
Lets pretend its armageddon
Near the end no time is better hey
Like we’ve got loose ends
Don’t wanna solve don’t wanna comprehend (ooo)
It’s just a mess to me yet
It brings out the best in me and
Yes I want the recipe
Head on your chest the ecstasy
And are you down
Cause’ ain’t nobody else around
So baby come here, Oh hey
I been waiting for you all year
You ain’t gotta stress, won’t release it to the press
Won’t police ya, I think we in the clear
Baby come here, Oh hey
I think we should disappear
I can keep it on the low
Keep it Wanda, Cosmo
Ain’t no show, we got our own premier
Ain’t nobody hold me like you and
Ain’t nobody know me quite like you do, I got the
Images imbedded, fed up in my mind
Instead of forget, I let it keep me up at night, I’ll be
Alright, matter of fact just fine
And you the midnight snack to feed me appetite
I could be the rapper babe, together we the flow
Should know better like you said but
Ain’t nobody gotta know
You ain’t gotta panic, just cause’
I’m a bit romantic don’t mean
This a Titanic going down in the Atlantic, hey
Let me free your mind, We’ll be alright
Hey, hey, hey
It’s just a mess to me yet
It brings out the best in me, uh
I want the recipe
Head on your chest the ecstasy
Oh you got my focus
I don’t think nobody else will notice
So baby come here, Oh hey
I been waiting for you all year
You ain’t gotta stress, won’t release it to the press
Won’t police ya, I think we in the clear
Baby come here, Oh hey
I think we should disappear
I can keep it on the low
Keep it Wanda, Cosmo
Ain’t no show, we got our own premier
Baby come here, Oh hey
I been waiting for you all year
You ain’t gotta stress, won’t release it to the press
Won’t police ya, I think we in the clear
Baby come here, Oh hey
I think we should disappear
I can keep it on the low
Keep it Wanda, Cosmo
No show, we got our own premier
Written by: Alexander Francis Tumay, Brooklyn Michelle
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