Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep Em Close , by - DJ Shadow. Song from the album The Outsider, in the genre Release date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal-Island
Song language: English
Keep Em Close |
| Shadow dropped me off at BART |
| At the Fruitvale Station |
| You mighta heard that on your radio station |
| went to my friend |
| Looked at him and he grinned and said |
| «Keep your friends close |
| But those that you wanna rob, keep them closer» |
| So I walked on my merry way |
| And scrapedy-scraped to San Jose |
| Stunnas half off |
| My Vietnamese pahtnas told me that they hog-tied Chairs (Who's Chairs?) |
| Chad is the boss that throws |
| It might be pillow talk that got my |
| The whole hood is lost cause we don’t know who to watch now |
| Keep your friends close |
| But those that you wanna rob, keep them closer |
| Now my best friend |
| Now my best friend are my enemy |
| Now my best friend |
| I’m not worried 'bout that Hennessy |
| I need rounds for my weapon |
| Stressing worse than a stockbroker gone broke and out of Folgers |
| Y’all don’t know |
| It feel like the galaxy on my shoulder |
| Who to trust to discuss |
| My life, my luck |
| My wife, my lust |
| She might be biting the dust (bitch!) |
| Cause you know lately she been off that stuff, hate me |
| And I’m like |
| Keep your friends close |
| But those that you wanna rob, keep them closer |
| 'noid and exploited, don’t know who to talk to |
| Those that said they love you, now they want to pop-pop-pop-pop |
| Watch you drown and fumble |
| Fuck that shit, I ain’t humble |
| I see my try to pitch me wit' a big ass bundle |
| My uncle’s daughter, daughter, my niece say she want me deceased |
| She learned that from her momma, I ain’t talked to her for about three weeks |
| But I’m sneaky, sneaky |
| Is that my enemies trying to get me? |
| Keep your friends close |
| But those that you wanna rob, keep them closer |
| (I see you, nigga) |
| (Man, fuck y’all niggas, you ain’t got me!) |
| (I'mma fuck you up) |
| (Now get over here, motherfucker) |
| (Oh shit) |
| I’m out of breath like a fish out of water |
| Leaking out my cheese like a jalapeño popper |
| I’m thinking about my light more than I’m thinking about my daughter |
| I need to get back to the house to see who really on my roster |
| I walked in |
| Something feel wrong |
| Flicked on the lights and all my shit was gone |
| Only thing left was a letter under a coaster that said |
| Keep your friends close |
| But those that you wanna rob, keep 'em closer |