Sangtekster:
In The Woods Closing In

Across this room - if you were closer now (???) the laws no words upon our lips - If you were present now - celebrate our Presence until now - I feel you're closing

get your shit and be gone I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn I don't go around poppin' shit wit' niggaz who talkin' Them niggaz ain't talkin' no more closed

it Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse So tuck ya ice in 'cause ye ain't iced out Pay attention closely

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There in an old cabin made of earth and wood There lived a country

gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi 'til I close up, it's all

b-tches thick, make them look like Tocara? man im to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these hoes the World is in my hands, and i keep my hands closed

a house They're stranded on a piece of wood To leave it all behind To start again But instead of a new life All they find is a door that's closed And

) Yeah, I'm livin' like that (Like that, like that) And I'm ridin' like that (Like that, like that) Boy I'm ridin' like that And the steering wheel wood

your memory If I should pass away before the break of day Running through the forest and I'm running through the woods Running my whole life, running