This is a song about "Close"

Close your eyes my face is

It’s official, she my misses

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

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

This baphomet devil isn't close to benevolence,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

You're getting too close

In front of our building, they was my heroes

And naw i'm not the best but dammit i'm close

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Listen close, and let your mind visualize

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

Your careers over, he’s slumped over

Keep ya friends close enimies closer