Closer The ILLZ (Ft. The Temper Trap)

[Verse 1: The ILLZ]
Hey, Hey, as I'm writin' this song
My account's in the minus
Rent fell behind and I'm countin' up dimes
Damn it's hard for me to fail
Like it's really my time
And when I open up my wallet
And it's there's nothing inside it
And the check ain't comin' till Friday
Damn it's only Sunday
Gotta make it some way

On my way to Brooklyn on the New York City subway
Thinkin' it'll be okay, you goin' make it one day
But my mom says "son make that struggle yours,"
Cause before you make it listen you goin' struggle more

Had an all time low I never met before
Face on the floor fightin' for an open door
And when times like these though I don't smoke
My homie Al Rose passes and I take a toke
And realize when I'm walkin' on a tight rope
All I really ever have is hope. Just Hope...

[Interlude: The Temper Trap]
How far we've gone
How far we're going in
It's the here and the now, and the love for the sound
Or the moments that keep us moving