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Close To Me

 

Close To Me

(album: Get Rich Or Die Ryan - 2021)


That's the thing, and that's only thing
You can't rely on other people, that's wack, that's so wack
To be like, "Please fill in these holes in me
That, like, I don't think I'm strong enough"
Like, that's wack

Consequences of attention have dimmed my sun (Sun, sun, sun)
I'll be unrecognizable when I'm done
In these shackles of judgment I can't run
Unbound by the confines of criticism, I could fly
Aerodynamic and free I'd sing
But then I bought iron boots and aluminum wings
They pull me down and I talk to them
They say I'm grounded as if that's a compliment
I tried on several of their uniforms
And I settled on the straitjacket
As I tape my wings to my body
I am a butterfly stuffed in the cocoon
In the bearhug of acceptance
I consider my escape

Journey close to me (Close to me)
I can finally be free
From all of this outside noise
It's drowning out my inside voice (Close to me)

In the exterior of a bearded man
With a young boy trapped inside him
Within the porcelain armor of a Russian doll
All the screams were muffled to silence
Heavy with the expectation
In the unscalable barricade of rules
With a blade he flayed off his differences
And then he blended in better at school
Man, he really loved to brew and grew all his broken wings
They were bruised and then restrained, still tied
Should he decide to use those at this point
It would probably be too late
But they were dealing with the master of deception
Flexing at the never-ending masquerade ball
Busting in the customary costume he bloomed
And he assumed he was fooling them all
But then in the mirrored gaze of a sober sun
He felt exposed, the charade was done
As a boy reached a hand up through his mouth
And then he pulled his shoulders and his torso out
He hopped on a bike and he rolled through the crowd
Then he grabbed the mic, stood up proud
Mic check, one, two, I spent too long tryna be you, now

Journey close to me (Close to me)
I can finally be free
From all of this outside noise
It's drowning out my inside voice
Close to me (Close to me)
I can finally be free
From all of this outside noise
It's drowning out my inside voice (Close to me)

Close to me
Outside noise
I can finally be free
From all of this
Close to me
Outside noise
I can finally be free
From all of this
Close to me
Outside noise
Close to me
Outside noise

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