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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
J. Cole
J. Cole
Stimme und Gesang
New Birth
New Birth
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Gary Bailey
Gary Bailey
Komponist:in
Montey Bailey
Montey Bailey
Komponist:in
Maximilian Axelrod
Maximilian Axelrod
Komponist:in
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
J. Cole
J. Cole
Produzent:in
Kuldeep Chudasama
Kuldeep Chudasama
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Yeah Close Ville-matic One, one, one, one, one, two One, one, two, one, one, two, one One, two, one, one, listen Close, I stare at my dreams as they approach Gotta be patient and trust in God, He the coach Temptations are taking a shortcut, but I don't 'Cause I ain't tryna be a almost, when I get it, I'ma float Gone are the days we was close Now when I see you, I look at you just like a ghost A shell of your former self, so caught up with that dope Two-two singin' two different notes and you know I gotta coast Nothin' but a dollar and some hope Up in NY, but damn, what hurts me the most? You was a good-good, we knew each other's folks Now you gotta ride around with the toast and you keep that sh-close 'Cause n- plottin' on you since you chose To roll around with the candy paint on spokes You know 'Ville-'Ville don't like it when you boast You know 12 be takin' notes and they watchin' you close But maybe you don't see 'em 'cause the smoke Cloudin' your vision from every cigar that you toke Plus the l- you sippin' which started as a joke Got you now fiendin' for your next dose, meanwhile I'm so close Don't even give a f- that I'm broke 'Cause in my mind I'm rich with sh- I done wrote Therefore I'm convinced that this is supposed to happen And in time I'ma blow, they gon' label me the G.O.A.T. How long has it been since we spoke? Last night I jumped up from my sleep, I was soaked Call it a nightmare, the scene that awoke me Involved you and n- I ain't know, they was creepin' up close I saw the heat tucked in they coats You didn't notice 'cause you was busy countin' dough I tried to yell, but nothin' came out of my throat N- cock back the hammers and you froze In your eyes I saw hope Hope of a better way to cope with the pain And the scars, then the l- and the c- And I swear in that moment I wish we were still close Maybe I could've saved you, but no triggers squeeze g- smoke I open up my eyes with a jolt Heart pumpin' like Usain Bolt Reach for my phone, missed calls and a text message note From my mama sayin', "You just got smoked" Damn, this life is no joke Close
Writer(s): Pamela Joan Sawyer, Gloria Jones, Jermaine Lamarr Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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