Satellite
Qilla Fang, Ashanti Carey
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Satellite Written by: Ashanti “Qilla Fang” Carey Produced by: Ashanti “Qilla Fang” Carey Intro Brother from another mother. Never had to ask if you had me covered And real recognize real so we always recognized each other (x2) Chorus Said... You got me venting to the preacher 'cause you where the Satellites can't reach ya. I could take airplanes, space rockets straight up to the moon and still can't see ya. You left a black hole in my chest that I'm tryna fill up with Henny and reefer, And some days the grief is so heavy, gotta isolate and don't f*** with no people. Yo, I need a satellite. I need a bigger transmitter. Come in, come in, do you read, respond! Hello? Is this thing on? I need a satellite. I need a stronger signal. Gimme the biggest one you could find. I need my bredren on the line. Verse Although you gone, sometimes I feel you by my side, my n***a. We was together from 'yay high' 'til the day you died my n***a. When the ops was talkin' slick you was always ready to slide and hit em. Let's ride. Lets get em. You left unexpectedly like the GPS was lyin'. You left me recalculating this Life I'm livin'. We laughed together. We cried together. Allegedly, we did some crime together. Picked up the pen and started rhyming, together. When I was rockin' the stages you was there in the V.I.P. section With the camera out 'cause you wasn't trusting these n***as with takin' my pictures. From the very beginning you told me I'd be a star. Ironic now how I stare at the sky just tryna see where you are. You been gone a good number of years now. I just wanna talk to you, tell you how life has progressed. I've been through the stress, but surely I kept the standard, never settled for less. The things we always wanted and we plotted on I got 'em. Damn I Really wish that you could get to meet my daughters. I wanna serve the cold dish of revenge but I can't because a Car crash was the reason you met your end, so... Chorus You got me venting to the preacher 'cause you where the Satellites can't reach ya. I could take airplanes, space rockets straight up to the moon and still can't see ya. You left a black hole in my chest that I'm tryna fill up with Henny and reefer, And some days the grief is so heavy, gotta isolate and don't f*** with no people. Yo, I need a satellite. I need a bigger transmitter. Come in, come in, do you read, respond! Hello? Is this thing on? I need a satellite. I need a stronger signal. Gimme the biggest one you could find. I need my bredren on the line. Outro Brother from another mother. Never had to ask if you had me covered And real recognize real so we always recognized each other (x4)
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