t fight it (chorus) I'm so close I can feel it ( I can fight it, no) I'm so close I can feel it (twice) I'm close I'm close I'm close (repeat 4x)
close, I'm close, I'm close I'm close, I'm close, I'm close I'm close, I'm close, I'm close I'm close, I'm close, I'm close
fight it (chorus) I'm so close I can feel it ( I can fight it, no) I'm so close I can feel it (twice) I'm close I'm close I'm close (repeat 4x)
light will set me on fire I'm cold in a way I just want to stay And I'm cold this way Reckon I'll close the door Pull down the curtains stay close
[In Swedish] Hennes hjarta slog hardare for varje sekund Skalet holl emot som aldrig forut En vagran till var allt detta har sin grund Skalet holl emot
t) [VERSE 2: Richie Rich] 415 is the code to the Eastside So if you're not strong, fold to the weak side Loc's got the ammo, I ride the tank Daryl does
world deeper than loyalty and love (Except loyalty and love, between thugs) For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip (For you, I walk up close
It is time to wake the demons Close Your eyes and pray the lord When you finish, I'll be here I'll be gushing and spewing Like bugs bunny and a tank
so Your picture on the dashboard Sure does make the miles go by I've got a heart that's running On a half a tank of gas Four bald tires and I'm low on
Excuse me ma'am, I saw you walk in I turned around, I'm not a stalker Where you going? Maybe I can help you My tank is full, and I'd be obliged to take
one of the best rappers ever to touch a mic It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin 'til my coffin top close and heaven skies open
they're not ill [Verse 2: Majik Most] ay yo hold up, majiks on the case watch the flames from my tape ignite your gas tank I lace you like your mom in
Ma Drive Pass ? Park And Spray The Soccer Players [Chorus] How Many Licks Does It Take To Get To The Center Of Your Universe? [x4] (Let Thy Moon Arise While I Close
car, waitin for the stars to snap The stars on my cap remind me of the time We went to Fargo, with a car full of anxiety An angel's breast, and a tank
Benzs, three quarter trenches it was all friendship This shit's odd to me, let no one abuse it Everything's everything niggaz I love music When Donny Hathaway sing I close
gone little girl let me see you shake ya rump while the beat go bump I know you seen it post up make you lose ya mind when you see it close up give me
me, And bullet proofs on my muthafuckin' ass my nigga, Cuz when I bust I hold 'em up and let'em laugh my nigga, I got some soldiers on that tank, that
make the law And sick and tired of seein nigga's flossin, put it down real 'til I'm in my coffin Scrape a lape, can't get me bent. Nigga this tank don
