Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Closer, artist - Şevin. Album song From the Park to the Palace, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Record label: hog mob muzik
Song language: English
Closer |
Yeah |
You know |
Forever mobbin baby |
Ya dig |
For real |
Ay Ay |
I’m heaven bound |
But until then I’mma grab the mic |
Get the message |
Project it like a satellite |
I learned most’ll respect you if you get at 'em right |
But make sure that for they questions you got your data right |
For real |
You gon' be ready when it’s time to go |
Is your witness Grade-A, no honor roll? |
Huh |
Any man that loves Christ cannot love the world |
That’s like trying to have a wife with another girl |
One gon' love you the other one despise you |
Cuz one’s getting love while the other’s gettin' lied to |
If you ain’t true to the covenant |
Well you really ain’t a husband then bruh |
You just a liar that said «I do» |
Huh |
So pick your side go on ride for it |
Die for it |
No sense hidin' it bro cuz God knows it |
You puttin' down diamonds chasing dollar bills |
A true son gon' always end up in his father’s will |
Everything will be brighter when I get there |
And when I cross that road I’m gonna stay there |
I’m getting closer with every hour yeah every day |
Closer to my dreams yeah |
I’m not opposed to see my head on a poster |
Never know that his bed is a sofa |
Stay fed loaf of bread in the toaster |
Flesh dead Holy Spirit the shofar |
Blood shed purple heart of a soldier |
This unlead dad startin the stroker |
This far from poker we don’t play with a joker |
Just pray that one day make it out of the smoker |
Underground gophers never hung around |
Socials cuz them hunnad round rollers |
Give you more than ulcers |
Yeah |
Summertime in the hood and the fan is broke |
Lookin for they can of smoke |
Christ is the antidote |
In the bucket same color a can of Coke |
Subs jumpin ??? |
You feel it if you standin close |
Forever fly ??? |
to the land and broke |
See we’re saved not soft like cold cannon balls |
For the king keep it clean wash my hand in soap |
Always tell the team that Elohim is the man to know |
Everything will be brighter when I get there |
And when I cross that road I’m gonna stay there |
I’m getting closer with every hour yeah every day |
Closer to my dreams yeah |
Yo for real |
Ay |
And it seems the whole world’s in a state of trance |
Me? |
I made a stance |
Mobbin' in the bottom of the jungle like a train of ants |
I put civilians in them training camps |
Til they spirit filled heart of a soldier |
With they brain enhanced |
If you ain’t pickin' up your cross then you can’t advance |
By the spirit I’ve been washed like some faded pants |
I’mma praise Him til they hit me with a bladed lance |
And my spirit’s elevated to the great expanse |
So much flow in the squad you think the team fluid |
Mobbin' rockin' like soda when they put the cream to it |
Yeah |
Heaven’s the end the earth is the means to it |
Persecution let it begin the Church is redeemed through it |
I’mma praise Him if I’m fed or if I’m poor |
Lift His name til I’m layin stiff |
Dead up in a drawer |
Even then I ain’t sweatin' bout that bed up in the morgue |
To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord |
Everything will be brighter when I get there |
And when I cross that road I’m gonna stay there |
I’m getting closer with every hour yeah every day |
Closer to my dreams yeah |