This is a song about "Feel so close"

But reality shows ain't real

So i know how you feel

I don't need no fucking throne

I just feel so alone

It's moe, all i need is more chips

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

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

Like troubled minds comatose, before the feelings feel too close beating

Just so i can feel normal,

Never wrong at any level

I feel so broke inside

Left side, left side

Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics

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

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

So addicted to this rush i feel