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Reach
105
Hip-Hop/Rap
Reach was released on January 28, 2014 by Galapagos4 as a part of the album Stress Chasers - EP
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Release DateJanuary 28, 2014
LabelGalapagos4
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM103

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Qwazaar
Qwazaar
Performer
Batsauce
Batsauce
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marty Brown
Marty Brown
Songwriter
Britt Traynham
Britt Traynham
Songwriter
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter

Lyrics

Can’t tell who you are
You must be choosing stars
Now I know who you are
Look after who you are
You must be who you are
You must be choosing stars
The lies that people talk, them cries as evil walks
Believe in dreams from a far
They won’t affect your heart, never neglect your part
Never forget the who you then you are
Looking for the something, shrunkin
Eyes sunk in an swallowin, the last coming
Cherish for the buried for the broken-hearted
Rhyme often in my humbling an quiet darkness
But d mind is terrible place without space
An the voice such a horrible force to waste
Vibratin on ma tongue, I’ve seen ma fear
Spit truth on em demon an seen em see
An now ma mind won’t let up, time just sped up
Eyes don’t show dem, friends, don’t know dem
It’s hard mayne when d pain knows no ending
But d world keeps spinnin so they keep on wid it
Till d very last minute, look mama I’m gettin it
No drama, no coon, no hypocrite
No mess mouth, no doubt, no bushwit
No cool kid, no bullshit, no
From a world where d corny shit never won
Now one who’s got swag, I don’t know this song
Spot a couple bad boons stickin harpoons
But you can’t draw blood from a cartoon
Maybe a little frustrated, not amused
Highly elevated, not confused
Another song got turn you to take smilin
But it will we decide cause we losin dat roof off dem other said truth
An another still votin for change an we duckin bullets from our government
An screamin nothin sane, it’s deceptive definite d weakest
It is strange, dat a mother used to practise at d sittin range
Ever since her daughter wings came out an turn her space into fine coffin
She used to try to pry dem off an stop be lining orphans in front of satan an be signin offers
Written by: Britt Traynham, Chris Brown, Marty Brown
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