Close To The Chest (Ft. Lil'C)

(Lil'C: Hey, Vee?)

(Vortex: Ayo, what's up C?)

(Lil'C: Shit man, not much. But you've been actin'... I dunno... weird?)

(Vortex: What do you mean?)

(Lil'C: Well, look at The Friend Group. You sounded like you were crazy!)

(Vortex: Yeah... I guess I was...)

Call me crazy 'cause I'm sick in the head,

I couldn't give a fuck any damn less,

'Cause every time I say what's on my mind,

I sound like a suicidal kid who just found a knife.

Hope's the worst thing a man can have,

It'll leave you in the freezing rain, waitin' for your friends to come back.

But here's my fucking question:

Why the fuck am I the one who's relentless,

About keepin' my friends close to my chest,

I can't let 'em go,

'Cause if I do, and I need 'em they'll never show!

And if I keep holdin' them like pigeons

They'll never come say hello!

I've broken my head and re-solved it like a jigsaw,

If someone tried to find the others outta spite, hopin' to fight,

I'll never talk, I'd rather get lock jaw!

My heart's too cold to lay out to thaw.

My brain's got too many thoughts to clear the fog.

My hands got too much blood to say I did nothin' wrong.

My chest has too much stress to look at 'em and say "fuck off."

My legs are too tired to keep up on the walk,

My brother's too young to understand what got me in this spot.

My father's too disappointed to say it's his fault.

My innocence went away the second I said I loved my Ma.