Closure

Lyrics

[Intro] (Fuck 'em all, I bury those cockroaches) (Hahahahahaha) (Solxmn) [Chorus] (Fuck 'em all, I bury those cockroaches) Got me so in love, can't get any closer Might've took me a minute, I need closure (Closure) Not a nice guy, know I can't get any colder, huh I'm 'bout to switch up the sound 'cause I got older (Solxmn, bitch) Remember I used to rock Nike (Nike) Took his bitch and fucked her good, now he wanna fight me I used to be broke, now I'm countin' that shit slightly (Woah) Fifty bands in my pocket, grip it tightly Said I ain't love you (Bitch), but you didn't take that lightly Smoking dope and countin' racks, wish you was like me Yeah, told her I'm a star, you can see mе shinin' brightly Hope my son grow up and he wanna be likе me (Yeah) [Verse] Know you feel it, yeah Know that I'm the realest, yeah I get so damn high, got me feeling like a ceiling fan Think it's time to let her go, I know I ain't ready though I wanna pull up, baby, you just gotta let me now Maybach, that bitch two-tone (Bitch) (Fuck 'em all, I bury those cockroaches) My wrist be on two tones Salad balled up in my pocket, I ain't talkin' croutons Huh, last year I was so gone She tellin' me I gotta move on Get kicked to the curb, bitch, put the shoes on Eating Ruth's Chris, this ain't banchan, banchan (Solxmn) I rock nice clothes, bankroll "'Sup?" Yeah, the same old (Woah) Still rock the same clothes (Woah) Still fuck the same hoes (Yeah) LA, really livin', yeah (Woah) I got stars up in the ceiling, yeah I went from down bad to the riches, yeah (Woah) Never seen this type of chicken, yeah [Bridge] Yeah, woah (Hahaha) Ha, woah Yeah (Bitch) [Chorus] (Fuck 'em all, I bury those cockroaches) Got me so in love, can't get any closer (No) Might've took me a minute, I need closure (Closure) Not a nice guy, know I can't get any colder, huh (Woah) I'm 'bout to switch up the sound 'cause I got older (Solxmn, bitch) Remember I used to rock Nike (Nike) Took his bitch and fucked her good, now he wanna fight me I used to be broke, now I'm countin' that shit slightly (Woah) Fifty bands in my pocket, grip it tightly‎‎ Said I ain't love you (Bitch), but you didn't take that lightly Smoking dope and countin' racks, wish you was like me Yeah, told her I'm a star, you can see me shinin' brightly Hope my son grow up and he wanna be like me (Yeah), huh