DVRST — Close Eyes

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I swear I’m going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God it’s the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jap slap
Dealin wit this mob police watchin studio phone tapped

Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God it’s the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jap slap
Dealin wit this mob police watchin studio phone tapped

You best believe that I could see ya from a mile away,
Thought that my girl was down sleepin wit tha enemy
Tha streets are dangerous I could be dead anyday
That’s why I’m ridin wit my dog smokin plenty hay

This shit contagious, doin dope…
This shit contagious, doin dope…
This shit contagious, doin dope…

This shit contagious, doin dope and its killin me
Even though I know I hit tha snow is you feelin me?
This shit contagious, doin dope and its killin me
Even though I know I hit tha snow is you feelin me?

I swear I’m going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God it’s the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jap slap
Dealin wit this mob police watchin studio phone tapped

I swear I’m going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God it’s the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jap slap
Dealin wit this mob police watchin studio phone tapped

This shit contagious, doin dope…
This shit contagious, doin dope…