Closure (Black Rover, Pt. 2)

I just need some closure, closure
Come a little closer, closer
You should come over, over
Don’t want this to be over, over
Pull up in the rover, the rover
Sipping on my soda, my soda
Smoking all my doja, my doja
Till I’m in a coma, a coma
I’m counting all my commas, benjis
Tryna get my mama, a Bentley
You could miss me with the drama, don’t tempt me
I could pull up with a llama if you neglect me so respect me yeah
This the life I chose
Is it wrong or is it right I guess we’ll never know
I been living every day like it’s my last
All the memories just fade into my past
Used to be your chauffeur, your chauffeur
I would take you to my sofa, my sofa yeah
We was never sober, sober
Faded in October, October
I just need some closure, closure
Come a little closer, closer
You should come over, over
Don’t want this to be over, over
Pull up in the rover, the rover
Sipping on my soda, my soda
Smoking all my doja, my doja
Till I’m in a coma, a coma
Pull up in the Matte Black Lit
With the roof pulled back
Smoking gas mask pith
This ain’t boof mid pack
I got Gucci on my feet and on my lap
Dodging snakes I see them slither in the grass
Shit is so ironic
I’m iconic
If I’m really being honest
I should flaunt it
Best believe I’ll be a legend
I remember sleeping on the floor after my sessions
When I’m in the booth it’s a confession
Money, my obsession
Love designer dressing
So fresh in the latest of collections
I was down back but I’m up right now
Getting mine back tryna stunt right now
I just need some closure, closure
Come a little closer, closer
You should come over, over
Don’t want this to be over, over
Pull up in the rover, the rover
Sipping on my soda, my soda
Smoking all my doja, my doja
Till I’m in a coma, a coma