| Stay close to me, so close to me
|
| That’s how it’s supposed to be
|
| Long as you’ve been knowing me
|
| You been holding me down,
|
| I’m sure as fuck, so fuck hopefully
|
| I watch over you, you watch over me
|
| And that’s how it’s supposed to be
|
| And we are, alright
|
| Now, when the world’s ablaze, the stars will fall
|
| The lights go off
|
| Say its going to be, alright
|
| Its going to be, alright
|
| Cause, when the world’s ablaze, the stars will fall
|
| The lights go off
|
| Say its going to be, alright
|
| Its going to be, alright
|
| Just tell me it’ll be, tell me it’ll be
|
| Tell me it’ll be, tell me it’ll be
|
| «Might not make it this time»
|
| Is what not to say at this time
|
| Sometimes, the truth ain’t what you need to hear
|
| And you tell them they alright, when they need a cure
|
| I’mma believe in paradise if I don’t see the sand
|
| Only palm trees I got is this weed off in my hand
|
| Around the same time my mom said «Sean, you need a plan
|
| Mrs. Freeman’s son, across the street got shot,
|
| Now she need a hand!»
|
| Traumatized, gotta watch, his momma cry
|
| Now I gotta look up, up in his momma eyes, tell his momma lies
|
| Like, «It's gonna be alright,"knowing it ain’t alright
|
| I know there’s just so much pain, and there’s probably more on the way
|
| You know I love you momma like she mine,
|
| Whether we together, or we trying
|
| We fuck, three times, we smoke, tree times
|
| We climb, I left, came back in town, it wasn’t in time
|
| The cancer done came, it just hit it’s prime
|
| It came from the breast, just spread to the spine
|
| It might make her blind, she stare at the blinds:
|
| «This can’t be my mom!»
|
| Got me thinking, «whats a girl to do, a girl to do?
|
| When her world’s a pool?
|
| And she comes up for air, and it’s walls of flames
|
| And all the stress is all propane
|
| She’s burned again»
|
| Hoping I could make her smile
|
| Take cancer and David Blaine it out,
|
| POOF! |
| Disappear, God make an out!
|
| Stay close to me, so close to me
|
| That’s how it’s supposed to be
|
| Long as you’ve been knowing me
|
| You been holding me down,
|
| I’m sure as fuck, so fuck hopefully
|
| I watch over you, you watch over me
|
| And that’s how it’s supposed to be
|
| And we are, alright |