This is a song about "Close"

Well, we are the roses

Close your eyes my face is

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

don't think about better close your mind/

Better leave it all behind

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

My talent should take me places i've never been

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Woo dame that was too close

Dvd’s and my dirty clothes

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Gotta close soon, don't want to masturbate

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake