Stay Close - Flume (Harley Edward Streten)/Aaron Cohen/Boldy James/Alexander Spit

D**n what happened to us

You to you to stay

When I wanted to stay you didn't want me around

Now that I want to leave you be hunting me down

Throwing sh*t up in my face steady talking me down

Going with them lame brains that was on at the time

You want to take plans 'cause I'm talking to time

On your instagram page trying to flaunt me around

Make me wish I could rewind back farther in time

So I could turn the hands back to a quarter to nine

Nine years ago from the day my daughter she fab

And my baby boy won that's my heart and my pride

Said we still change

But I call it a bribe

Don't want to play the blame game but all of it's mine

Scared of pointing the finger I point at the nine

Probable but she had a doctors appointment at nine

Attention was so thick had me running with mobs

Got me considering divorcing my bride

Since she left me but she won't

Work hard never rest

Shout to call it but we the best

Angelina jolie get this off your chest

Used to shop at ross had dress for less

Get three prozacs and then reflect

Never less than excellence

My old squad sick that's pestilence

Rap game same sh*t as wrestling

Choose a back story grab a corny outfit

Then strut around yapping like you really 'bout sh*t

It's two thousand thirteen

Ain't giving no vouchers

They say I just started

Well b**ch I've been out here

I live this I breathe this

I sweat this I bleed this

I want this I need this like kanye need Jesus

Like khakis need creases

My world fell the pieces I stuck to my thesis

The realest believe it

Uh let's coast

A couple sirens in the cut gettin' their opera home

As this scout watched and all beyond his vodka tone tone

Rossi shoot cannons like rocket launchers

Through the headlines readin' that a new dawn upon us

I redefine perilous scares who painted every line

We're here tonight with lyrics between in between

Now men get busy between whisky and head yah

Flick of a finger they call it flick of the table

We lookin' ice with that Andre three stacks ice cold

Unbuttoned button ups to cuttin' some tight flows

The baby's pukin' off the side of the boat

The b**ch is pukin' off the side of the yacht

Alexander on this system when they glide in your block

She kiss at me like a sailor

When I arrive at the dock

Flop top either watch with any you got

Real window hitchcock I know you dyin' to watch stay