This is a song about "Close"

You know...you know who you are

You get close but no cigar

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

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A close family, and never more unrelenting agony.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

I'm runnin' screen homies, you can let that socket close

Can't touch me, can't even close

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

Got stretch marks like she got four kids