Nas - Reach Out Lyrics
[Featuring: Mary J. Blige][Hook: Mary J. Blige]This kind of love is a once in a lifetime cruiseReach out and touch the love that I have for youI see you standing there so lost and all aloneI wanna take you in my armsAnd tell you that you’re homeI look into your eyesI said I know you very wellI see a mirror of my lifeA reflection of myself[Verse 1: Nas]3:45 am can’t sleep, can’t dreamI’m stuck, money problems pop upHow will I survive, guess it’s best to decide not to decideSo that’s my decisionWhatever happens happensI keep makin’ my millionsCan see myself in presidential campaign dinnersBut I’m gassin’ blunts around a bunch of gang membersWhen you’re too hood to be in them Hollywood circlesAnd you’re too rich to be in that hood that birthed youAnd you become better than legends you thought were the greatestAnd out grow women you love and thought you could stay withLife become clearer when you wipe down your mirrorAnd leave notes around for yourself to rememberI like to teach and buildWith brothers about how easy it is to reach a millAll you need is some skill, then it’s grindtimeImagination better than knowledge, say’s EinsteinIt’s all in the mindNasty the nicest, I’m somewhat of a psychicJust one minute after it’s heardYou all excited, you all repeat itSo call me a genius, if you didn’tNow that I said it I force you to think itWrite in my little vignettes, sipping MoetWhen you vision me, you vision the bestWhen I was young they called me, Olu’s sonNow he Nas father, I was the good seedHe was the wise gardener[Hook: Mary J. Blige][Verse 2: Nas]Beautiful life, often I dream that I can bring my niggasConservatives don’t understand slang linguisticsThe burbs talking like the hood’ll change with quicknessLove the skinny model chicks but I prefer the thicknessSo what I rap about my riches and I’m ostentatiousGet out of gangsta business seen in me you basicTry to compare what you live to the life I masterSee the fly shit I wear, you try to rock it afterBig bracelets, gold any different facesWhite wine spritzers and Switzerland on vacationThe strip club scene favors Josephine BakerDope fiend neighbours, growing up I’ve seen paperI describe it, hope you can visualize itThis is reminiscent to all the parks in the projectWhen my bread is nice, can rival your foampositesDon’t make me pull my lotto's out the closet[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
