Closing Doors
Song by Skipp Whitman feat. Tane
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I think it hit on my l like in the summer theres a smell
That this job was breakin' me down like what you do when tryna spell
I saw my face in the reflection Nas it wasn't hard to tell
Need a pause and change up direction
Not the time that I excel I been starin' that this computer screen the green that might avail all my effort and dedication not enough to stop the bills
Nevermind to cop me designer no time to recline and chill
Come to find the kinda life i had in mind it was real
I heard the city was electric that was somethin' I could feel the only thing is it get hectic with your hand on that third rail
The blimp told me it's yours
The speaker said
Kick your sneakers and watch
The closing doors
Ok
Yea
What's the key to life
Money power success
Time waits on no one how many hours is left
Before the envy hit em and n***** plot on your death
Thought everything was Gucci didn't know that I was depressed
The wrong ones the f*** with them bullets shower your flesh
Vamoose none for forensic artists to sketch
Never introduced by kids to a b**** i hardly respect
I never harbored feelings thats something I often neglect
I'm staying out the way of the f*** s*** that y'all project
No Serato came in this b**** with the record set
Protect your neck goons is lurking inspect the deck
You looking like a lick to a n**** that's check to check
Stop it you not Hercules I'm certainly taking them threats as hyperbole
These squares fall in love with these b****** with bi surgery
I told slurp the d til it hurts her knees she know to give me top
At the top of the morning b**** I got certain needs
Mow the grass until the serpent bleeds the pastor is a pimp
Pay the churches fees they will not repent
Just leave all our cheese they're trying to box me in like Tito Ortiz
Pray your hands grief and will RIPs
Oh y'all not entertained oh you're not at peace
I pray that when we perish then we all get peace
Money love more time with my seed s*** that's all I need
I think it hit me on the drive when I was on the 405
That this life is a 90s tune cause she do be passin' me by
And if all I wanted was dough and to have a spot in the sky
Then why would have tried to follow I don't know I musta been high
I recall a few years ago was so cold in Queens I could die
In la in December hard to forget if it ain't July
I got your message
I'm workin' on a reply
It occurred to me to switch up for a flip phone some times
I be seein' people say I should switch tones ya kind
I appreciate the thought but don't think so
I'm fine
Long as Tane think I'm doin my thang thanks
This palm
Blowin' in the wind outside my window innit sublime
Was sittin' out on my porch before the storm
Now I'm inside lookin out from behind my closing doors
Closing doors
That this job was breakin' me down like what you do when tryna spell
I saw my face in the reflection Nas it wasn't hard to tell
Need a pause and change up direction
Not the time that I excel I been starin' that this computer screen the green that might avail all my effort and dedication not enough to stop the bills
Nevermind to cop me designer no time to recline and chill
Come to find the kinda life i had in mind it was real
I heard the city was electric that was somethin' I could feel the only thing is it get hectic with your hand on that third rail
The blimp told me it's yours
The speaker said
Kick your sneakers and watch
The closing doors
Ok
Yea
What's the key to life
Money power success
Time waits on no one how many hours is left
Before the envy hit em and n***** plot on your death
Thought everything was Gucci didn't know that I was depressed
The wrong ones the f*** with them bullets shower your flesh
Vamoose none for forensic artists to sketch
Never introduced by kids to a b**** i hardly respect
I never harbored feelings thats something I often neglect
I'm staying out the way of the f*** s*** that y'all project
No Serato came in this b**** with the record set
Protect your neck goons is lurking inspect the deck
You looking like a lick to a n**** that's check to check
Stop it you not Hercules I'm certainly taking them threats as hyperbole
These squares fall in love with these b****** with bi surgery
I told slurp the d til it hurts her knees she know to give me top
At the top of the morning b**** I got certain needs
Mow the grass until the serpent bleeds the pastor is a pimp
Pay the churches fees they will not repent
Just leave all our cheese they're trying to box me in like Tito Ortiz
Pray your hands grief and will RIPs
Oh y'all not entertained oh you're not at peace
I pray that when we perish then we all get peace
Money love more time with my seed s*** that's all I need
I think it hit me on the drive when I was on the 405
That this life is a 90s tune cause she do be passin' me by
And if all I wanted was dough and to have a spot in the sky
Then why would have tried to follow I don't know I musta been high
I recall a few years ago was so cold in Queens I could die
In la in December hard to forget if it ain't July
I got your message
I'm workin' on a reply
It occurred to me to switch up for a flip phone some times
I be seein' people say I should switch tones ya kind
I appreciate the thought but don't think so
I'm fine
Long as Tane think I'm doin my thang thanks
This palm
Blowin' in the wind outside my window innit sublime
Was sittin' out on my porch before the storm
Now I'm inside lookin out from behind my closing doors
Closing doors