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whole song: B#m G
|Chorus|
B#mThat's a close call.
Too close for comfort.
Been any closer.
Closing the curtains.
GBody disposed of.
Keep your composure.
This here for closure.
Xanny and a dosia.
B#mSipping four roses, tipping a hat.
Get off the enemy and they ain't never coming back.
GI ain't never coming back.
Never coming back.
Get off the old me and he ain't never coming back.
|Verse 1|
Yeah.
B#mComing out the fog, country and southern.
Put those together and you get some rough uns.
GFamily, kinfolk and the homies at the crib.
Working in the studio like where the fuck you been? Hell, it's been a minute.
Tooth and nail, you fighting in it.
Give 'em hell while we in battle raining hell.
Pray forgiveness.
Ball in hell, I hope we winning.
Henna since Hellenistic how our culture's combining.
We new breed or the misfits.
And we indeed misdirected our miscellaneous tribe.
The ones that handling business no matter daylight or night.
For my brothers I'm in this.
For the family I ride.
Thankful for another day and that we still alive cause.
|Chorus|
That's a close call.
Too close for comfort.
Been any closer.
Closing the curtains.
Body disposed of.
Keep your composure.
This here for closure.
Xanny and a dosia.
Sipping four roses, tipping a hat.
Get off the enemy and they ain't never coming back.
I ain't never coming back.
Never coming back.
Get off the old me and he ain't never coming back.
|Verse 2|
The old me is dead and gone.
I ain't the same.
I'm my own worst enemy.
I had to make a change.
I'm on top of my game.
I'm a sniper on the roof.
If I ain't shooting then I'm throwing up an alley oop.
Sipping four roses, I call it my juice.
I could flip this bitch upside down.
Don't get it confused.
They took my kindness for weakness.
I got used.
That ain't gonna happen no more.
That's why I got a short fuse.
Let's go.
Ain't no rules in the game.
Every man for himself.
To get where I'm at right now I had to Go through hell.
I'm a different person.
Now I'm the Lord's servant.
Nobody perfect.
I'ma keep on working.
|Chorus|
That's a close call.
Too close for comfort.
Been any closer.
Closing the curtains.
Body disposed of.
Keep your composure.
This here for closure.
Xanny and a dosia.
Sipping four roses, tipping a hat.
Get off the enemy and they ain't never coming back.
I ain't never coming back.
Never coming back.
Get off the old me and he ain't never coming back.
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