Closure (Black Rover, Pt. 2) - James Colt

I just need some closure, closure

Come a little closer, closer

You should come over, over

Don’t want this to be over, over

Pull up in the rover, the rover

Sipping on my soda, my soda

Smoking all my doja, my doja

Till I’m in a coma, a coma

I’m counting all my commas, benjis

Tryna get my mama, a Bentley

You could miss me with the drama, don’t tempt me

I could pull up with a llama if you neglect me so respect me yeah

This the life I chose

Is it wrong or is it right I guess we’ll never know

I been living every day like it’s my last

All the memories just fade into my past

Used to be your chauffeur, your chauffeur

I would take you to my sofa, my sofa yeah

We was never sober, sober

Faded in October, October

I just need some closure, closure

Come a little closer, closer

You should come over, over

Don’t want this to be over, over

Pull up in the rover, the rover

Sipping on my soda, my soda

Smoking all my doja, my doja

Till I’m in a coma, a coma

Pull up in the Matte Black Lit

With the roof pulled back

Smoking gas mask pith

This ain’t boof mid pack

I got Gucci on my feet and on my lap

Dodging snakes I see them slither in the grass

Shit is so ironic

I’m iconic

If I’m really being honest

I should flaunt it

Best believe I’ll be a legend

I remember sleeping on the floor after my sessions

When I’m in the booth it’s a confession

Money, my obsession

Love designer dressing

So fresh in the latest of collections

I was down back but I’m up right now

Getting mine back tryna stunt right now

I just need some closure, closure

Come a little closer, closer

You should come over, over

Don’t want this to be over, over

Pull up in the rover, the rover

Sipping on my soda, my soda

Smoking all my doja, my doja

Till I’m in a coma, a coma