This is a song about "Close"

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

I can taste the salt from my tears

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

Protectors and be sure that you stand close

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Jesus what a fucking close call,

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

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