Closer

(album: T.L 2 T.O - 2009)

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

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 'til 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

But I'm going higher
Closer to my dreams
I'm going higher and higher
I can almost reach
Sometimes you just have to let it go (let it go)
Leaving all my fears to burn and die
Push them all away so I can move on
Closer to my dreams
Feel it all over my being, in my being
Close your eyes and seek what you believe