Übersetzung: Um, Alex. No One Else Comes Close.
hope for us? Can we make it out alive? I can taste the failure on your lips Is there hope for us? Can we make it out alive? I can taste the failure Close
trash can, shit I'm grouchy as fuck, yup I'll wrap my hands around your neck and choke ya Shock ten thousand volts, Zues lightnin bolt ya So keep your courage close
and a passport Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin Niggaz will body over her like fuck it With a scar by her left eye Her brother Alex was extremely close
broke left, Jamie shot a verner It's time to get wrecked Junky on the corner, need a box of shoots With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots The closer
every bit as alive as you and I Everybody kills the light When they're about to sleep for the night As you go through life You're a star in flight When you close
be Morris Day or Jerome, But Alex was puttin' coke in his nose nigga while it, Could be a myth but I swear that the source was close, Phyllis Hyman
: Finally close the door you'd left open wide locked it for me inside lay me down count me out watch out it's on you there's worse ways to see it baby
there when I close my eyes. [Verse 2:] I remember my mother lying on my bed, Holding me close she always said, That it was real and it was true, And when I close
when I close my eyes. Verse 2: I remember my mother lying on my bed, Holding me close she always said, That it was real and it was true, And when I close
to kill me inside oh baby Give me something to remember Close to you Take me now Close to your body Ever and ever Close to you Love me now Close
was for the faggots Motherfuck window shopping, boy, I gotta have it Now my shit be booming all across the atlas Gucci poochi money long, now we call him Alex
happening I try to ignore it but it's like im asking for it So tell me please can you heal it Cuz every second I feel it [CHORUS] Like when your close
those But there's a time to break necks and throw bolos Be a cold bro and throw low blows When you want to close the shows of your foes 'Cause foes are
a passport Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin Niggaz will body over her like fuck it with a scar by her left eye Her brother Alex was extremely close
broke left Jamie shot a verner, it's time to get wrecked Junkie on the corner, need a box of shoots With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots The closer
you can't hold it in When you try to live But don't know where to begin When there's no hope left No place you can go Well, just look inside your heart Close
suit, tight skirt, licking they lips Shaking they tits trying to flirt Josie, not what your everyday hoes be Josie, perfect poultry for adultry Josie, keep the baby wipes closely
