So Close - Styles P & St. Laz

Drifting of like lovers dreams where There's a land full of our needs cause It's tonight, I'm making love to you Shattered nightmares running away Now you eyes are shining brighter Make me be a part of you inside Tonight you are so close Tonight you're so close to me Tonight you are so close So close to me

Whoah there it all goes, floor and ceiling I can see the sky, and all my demons It's about time for a reason To stand in my place and keep believing Close, so close All I got is weakness, I just gotta lean on it Close, so close to the line Close, so close Walking by the deep end, I just wanna fall in clothed So close to the light Whoah, when I hear no I keep improving Take it outside, keep it blooming It's about time for a reason To stand in my place and keep believing You can stay on the payroll, I don't mind You can stay on just to settle down my mind, my mind You can have all my contra, you can drive It's just about time Close, so close All I got is weakness, I just gotta lean on it Close, so close to the line Close, so close Walking by the deep end, I just wanna fall in clothed So close to the light

I feel so close to you right now, It's a force feel. I wear my hearth upon my sleeve, Like a big deal. Your love bows down, I mean surrounds me like a waterfall. And there's no stopping us Right now, i feel so close to you Right now I feel so close to you right now, It's a force feel. I wear my hearth upon my sleeve, Like a big deal. Your love bows down, I mean surrounds me like a waterfall. And there's no stopping us Right now, i feel so close to you Right now And there's no stopping us right now And there's no stopping us right now And there's no stopping us right now I feel so close to you right now.

I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it Since they mournin clip your wings don't wanna see you fly They wanna take your drive from you like a DUI But we live like sky's the limit till we meet the sky I pray dem angels will protect me if dem demons slide California dreaming and its being beats Pistol under the pillow for the B and Es You know we move them supplements like GNC Model bitch gimme brain like she got 3 degrees Chain cold this shit like 3 degrees Told my youngins if they clip and slide you don't need degrees And my gang know I got em till eternity School of hard knocks only killers in my fraternity Can't understand how y'all be out here with no urgency I got a good heart but life put out the worst for me Underdog said I wouldn't make it took it personally Time to move forward ain't no cursin me, Blanco I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it Pour a lil bark out or some dark out No longer running with the narcs out Feeling lost like the handler Lost a lot of homies asking God what he plan for us I know tonight could be the last one Two of em in the whip it's a fast one Gotta know where to go when the cash come Gotta know how to act when the flash come Now that's a picture or gunshot I ain't got to picture a gunshot That is really unfortunate but I know the streets figured how to be a boss in it I'm feeling lost but they said I made it They say I'm shining but I'm feeling jaded They say I'm lit but I'm feeling faded So now I meditate on the shit to say I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it I'm lightin up for all the ones that didn't make it Pourin liquor out my cup I hold you sacred Most my homies in the grave or doing state bids I'm feeling lost but they keep telling me I made it

When it's all said and done After they said I've won All I'm going to say is... I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion timesTried to diss kiss to the world And it's your fault cause she said she saw you kissing a girl The hood was behind her for her whole career But now they've slightly starting to disappeared Something about that She's always angry Might have been when them girls trying to push her scalp back Needed some head room So she went out and bought Tyson's mansion with 18 bedrooms She's a domestic boss That don't leave no marks though, you got to digest those scares In fact think you got to tell her to get back Because every kiss rap is similar to a bitch slap Too hard since way back in the school yard She's hollywood though all she needs is a boobjob Girl in the bubble, didn't mean to trouble her Man but im a calla ho, im double her Really think you should tell her to chill cause My resume is longer than a doctor bill was I did the song with ja rule bigging the city up She did the magic stick remix with olivia She got more money but I get busier Think somebody going to end up killing her When it's all said and done After they said I've won All I'm going to say is... I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Hood had love for this bitch Cause she came from south side queens with a thug ass click Bitch got change, and she changed Now she don't fuck with the hood, probably give a nigga brains Bitch got boogie on a nigga Went from the hood to hollywood got a movie on a nigga Bitch talking greasy like new york sting Sucking down south dick that's some new york thing And the bitch used to be cool, hood even liked the bitch Used to listen to again in the weeds She had stories of many men, times in the club and niggas that was wanksta but the truth was to see Bitch ain't shyt, she was real good at bluffing it Ordered protection on the niggas she was fucking with Now that's a ho that you just can't trust Hired cops, that's a ho that you just can't touch Bitch moved out new york when they were swinging them Glocks Bitch got a deep voice but she would be singing a lot Bitch would sell her soul just to get on the charts Want to front like she's gangsta but she got no heart And she going to get hit by the mac and All in the back and this time i bet the jaw will be cracking She's going to get broken to fractions d block is the faction All i can say is im sorry ms. jackson I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times

You know! One day I got a call from the Ghost who told me I had to get on this conference call To discuss a little business with him and the homey Rozay Know the situation transpired where a nigga had to get dealt with a little harshly Root for the villian and shoot with no feelin Like Audio Two yeah the crew is "Top Billin" Blowin the dutch in the coupe with no ceilin Invisible bully like the Gooch when I'm illin Cash too green, it's taped to the toilet Like I'm Michael Corleone in the bathroom scene Young black Vito, chopped and wrapped kilos Clap torpedos, stack, Doritos We in the Mexico sippin the Mojito Discussin perico, green weed and diesel AK, nozzle air holes you can see through Ridin the bulletproof five, yeah, I'm lethal Yo! When niggas hear this shit they say it's (Harsh!) Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga (Harsh!) Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh!) And like a Rothchild with money I'm kinda (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE HANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE MANDLIN 'EM!!! (Harsh!) STOP BITCHIN YOU THE ONE WHO DONE 'CAUSE ME TO ACT! AND IF I'M ITCHIN AND YOU FRONT IT'S MY DUTY TO ACT! Style is infectious, actress in a Lexus Sunroof open had cheese for breakfast Beef never settled I'm Lyor to the ghetto Russell with the hustle Rick Rubin with the metal When I lick a shot I'm aimin at ya top floor Blocks like stock everybody bought more Birds fell out the sky, rats could drop dead Flyin through Bed-Stuy, white drop head Sticky green twist, guillotine click Dapper Dan three piece suit for the trip Link with Dominicanos, straight pesos fritos Three point range hit free throws with kilos Yo! When niggas hear this shit they say it's (Harsh!) Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga (Harsh!) Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh!) And like a Rothchild with money I'm kinda (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM!!! (Harsh!) HOW WE HANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE MANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) STOP BITCHIN YOU THE ONE WHO DONE 'CAUSE ME TO ACT! (Harsh!) AND IF I'M ITCHIN AND YOU FRONT IT'S MY DUTY TO ACT! Shine like brightenin sure but I'm the titan Hard like when Customato was trainin Tyson Gun we react in the car but no license Life on top of the city could touch lightenin Cocaine wave, dollar bill slave Rangler is tough but the inside is suede Ride with Louch and 'Kiss until I see a grave One third of a legacy Pedigree is I can make a don a don 'cause of integrity Rap like a phenomenom sleep for a better dream Nine is for better things smoke for medicine BIG is the only rapper I don't think that I'm better than Yo! When niggas hear this shit they say it's (Harsh!) Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga (Harsh!) Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh!) And like a Rothchild with money I'm kinda (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE HANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE MANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) STOP BITCHIN YOU THE ONE WHO DONE 'CAUSE ME TO ACT! (Harsh!) AND IF I'M ITCHIN AND YOU FRONT IT'S MY DUTY TO ACT! Yo! I rub stones together and cast a spell quick Like Like a Zoe hittin voodoo blessings 'fore I move bricks I beat you like the number eleven with two sticks Money from the door and then when I bop with two chicks (Come on!) It won't stop never stop there he go again (Huh!) Together watch the coke and have the bakin soda sort of blend (HA!) Fredricka kinda pure see how we make the fiends flock And watch the lines for the coke a quickly wrap around the block They say we bad for business 'cause the coke price dropped How we flooded and we bubble white 'til it's white hot (What!) Pot purchases we chop it up to pieces 'Til only the shake is left countin the profit and a bezel Eight million dollar yacht, scotch, a little refer Diamonds so big they call it obnoxious little creature (Oh!) Money to cop original paintings of Mona Lisa High the way I feel a cloud sittin on my caesar Yo! When niggas hear this shit they say it's (Harsh!) Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga (Harsh!) Act hostile, aggressive and kinda (Harsh!) And like a Rothchild with money I'm kinda (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE DEALIN WITH 'EM!!! (Harsh!) HOW WE HANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) HOW WE MANDLIN 'EM! (Harsh!) STOP BITCHIN YOU THE ONE WHO DONE 'CAUSE ME TO ACT! (Harsh!) AND IF I'M ITCHIN AND YOU FRONT IT'S MY DUTY TO ACT!!!