Pink Flower
Journey Through Shadows: Rejjie Snow's Emotional Odyssey
Lyrics
Hey Alex, it's me
Opening with a message to Alex, expressing a desire for communication.
I just wanted to hit you up to see if maybe you could give me a call sometime and we could
Requesting a call to discuss the current situation and relationship.
Talk about what we're doing; what this is
Expressing a need to talk and understand the nature of their connection.
The way it's going right now, I
Feeling overwhelmed by the current state of affairs.
I'm going crazy
Conveying emotional distress and a sense of losing control.
Won't you stay with me
Repeated appeal to stay together, suggesting a longing for companionship and escape.
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
Reflecting on the challenges of fame and the sacrifices required.
Walked in, lights dim, never knowing my name
Describing an initial lack of recognition in contrast to the present success.
Now it's sold-out shows, they try expose what I made
Acknowledging the pressure and attempts to reveal personal achievements.
You a fake-ass rapper, you a hoe in a lane
Criticizing others as fake and questioning their authenticity.
And I made this life from picking holes in my brain
Revealing the creation of his life through personal struggles and challenges.
I was born with a vision, Alexander the Great
Claiming a visionary identity, drawing parallels with Alexander the Great.
And that fake love creeping like the cancer I born
Comparing fake love to a cancerous presence in his life.
June 27th, 1993, I came on
Providing the birthdate of the speaker, emphasizing a significant moment.
With them black fists high and them blisters in it
Symbolic imagery of raised fists and the struggles faced by the speaker.
Black boy, white friends, he don't know different
Highlighting racial differences and the speaker's awareness of them.
Days spent scrubbing on his face in the mirror
Describing a routine of self-examination in the mirror.
My blood bleed red so why them homeboys whisper?
Addressing questions about identity and acceptance from others.
Cold nights and dead friends, man, I still get shivers
Recalling challenging experiences and the lasting impact on the speaker.
I still wet the bed, I remember being with you
Revealing personal struggles, including bed-wetting, as a lingering issue.
I see vividness in places I go
Noting the vividness of experiences and memories associated with different places.
I see dead bodies flying of the ones that cut short
Referencing traumatic events involving loss and death.
And these dreams that I'm living only present to crawl
Acknowledging the contradiction between dreams and reality.
And I love you, my nigga, but I'm doing the most
Expressing love for a friend while recognizing personal struggles.
Won't you stay with me
Repeated plea for companionship and escape, mirroring earlier lines.
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
Continued repetition of the plea, reinforcing the desire for connection.
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?
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