Closer Tory Lanez (Ft. Goapele)

[Intro]
Yeah, you know
I used to think about it as child, like
What would it really be like if I actually got up there
You know, with the stars?
All the fame, laughs

[Verse 1]
Uh, this all started when me and my mama in arguments
Swear we gon' live in apartments
Job offerings would never dance on ahead, like
Feeling like a deer in front of whips without the headlights
Mama cried tears from the trouble with the feds like
Something's stopping this drive, like a red light
I just wanna be more than my mama see
Cause honestly I'm tired of the street crime
Grind every day of the week I, she creeps high
And do whatever I like, like T.I
See, I know I fucked up in the past
And your heart chips breaks like a cup or a glass
But, I'm right here mama
So wipe your tears mama
You would see your nephew a new Nike Airs
I'ma be here 'till I never see tears
And give you that truck that's detailed with each tale
Cop ya a little house on the hill
It's too bad you ain't here
Yeah, I see mama, to the dream, mama, L-U-V mama, R-I-P mama
You probably can't hear me but I miss ya
Cause all you left me with was a picture
Yeah, whatever it seems
It's like your death got a car that drives into my dreams