This is a song about "Close"

Some friends, some hoes

You're getting too close

Close your eyes my face is

As often, i do this

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

The hotels we staying in twelve star

You get close but no cigar

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Jesus what a fucking close call,

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

You feel it from your head to your toes