Close My Eyes

Lyrics to ‘Close My Eyes’ by 21 Savage:

–Verse 1–
Lot of shots, 30s on Glock
Put you on [?], put ’em in a casket, yeah
Pull up on a Banshee, yeah
Nigga, fuck your handshake, yeah
I feel like I’m the last real rapper ’cause these niggas weird
Nah, these niggas queers sippin’ at Cheers
In my own lane, nigga, watch where you steer
Think I got ’em scared, shot ’em in the beard
That’s a chin check, I’m certified everywhere
Man, I’m certified for real, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Used to record [?] on deal, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Pillow talking get you killed, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
[?] niggas say I’m ill, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Bought a pawn shop for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Keep my gun cocked for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Nigga, we bond drop for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Cut your lawns off for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch

–Chorus–
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
[?] when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog

–Verse 2–
[?] make it y’alls law
Nah, for real, dog
This bitch done got me pissed off
Need a pill, dog
Tryna make a brick law, we’d be rich, dog
Tryna make a brick law, we’d be rich, dog
I bought a 9 and he front a 9, that’s a half a brick
Got a ‘Rari nigga in the back still in the 6
We was young, you was on the swing, I was playin’ with sticks
In the trap, listenin’ for the brakes on a Crown Vic
Hit a muhfuckin’ squeak, we gon’ hit the cut
Trickin’ niggas in the spot, we gon’ stick ’em up
[?], coroner gon’ pick ’em up
Breaking news gang, nigga, put your trigger finger up
Yeah, all my niggas throwed off
Drive by, shoot your doors off
Turn your photo to a [?], nigga
Yeah, knock the noodles out your soup, nigga
Yeah, zone 6 niggas love to shoot niggas
Yeah, you heard ’bout it
Nigga, we ain’t worried ’bout ya
Hang around real shotters, hang around real robbers
Y’all nigga real killers, pullin’ up real [?]

–Chorus–
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
[?] when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog

–Verse 3–
Go against the gang, that’s like suicide, dog
Go against the gang, that’s like suicide, dog
Walk ups only when I’m shooting a drive, dog
We woke the neighbors up, at first the street was quiet, dog
Have you ever did a real homicide, nigga?
Have you ever made a nigga mama cry, nigga?
Do or die nigga gotta do or die, nigga
If you ain’t the one doing it, you gon’ die, nigga
Sometimes I look at God and I wonder “why,” nigga
Why my niggas had to be the ones that had to die, nigga
They killed one, we gon’ kill 5, nigga
Winter time, we gon’ set your block on fire, nigga
Yeah, yeah, like the 4th July, nigga
Broad day, lettin’ them bullets fly, nigga
Pull up with a stick like I’m side, nigga
Gang gang, dare a nigga to try it, nigga

–Chorus–
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
[?] when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog