Letras:
Blue Six Close To Home

always close to home It feels right, won't you remember me? You're alright It feels right, won't you remember me? On cold nights, just think of me and you're always close to home

grave, I will dance on your grave, Oh, when you're blessed with a grave to call your own, In my mind you'll be six feet closer to your home, Your eulogy

didn't seem quite right. ...And its hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue. Hey my baby don't you know our love is true. Coming closer with

said I'm with you toots the music was soft and there was wine in the glasses she started winking and making little passes at me she pat me close that'

at work project and I'm back at home taken the heat I feel backwards at work with two kids and I rap Obligated five LP's on a three year contract Twenty six

I can kiss the sky How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick 'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff

ahh (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? Home girls, attention you must pay So listen close

david on top of they post Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue robe After I feast, fall asleep between my seven pillows Feel my eyes close, then

motherfucker I wonder how they last Niggas had fades, and bushes and shit Just like on the street the third was runnin' it You couldn't step close to the blue