Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – Close Your Eyes Lyrics

Close Your Eyes

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

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"Close Your Eyes." - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 06:40 pm

Album: Roofless Records For Drop Tops: Disc 1

Track No: 01

What?
Stoned out this world (Uh), flyin' with my girl (Yeah)
Gettin' pounds from the grower
Another joint twirled (What?), Taylor Gang apparel (Hahaha)
We can go to the ocean, you wanna take a dive (Uh)
Tatted TGOD, we'll never switch sides (Yeah)
Make sure I got my passport when I fly (Yep)
Pull it out the lot, I don't test drive (Uh)
Take her to the clouds, let her skydive (Yep)
If I tell you once, I won't tell you twice (What)
Come to where I'm from, girl, I'm that guy (Yeah)
Roll a doobie and smoke it, I'm lookin' hella fried
Take a dab, hit the bong, we G certified (Uh-huh)
Worldwide (Yep), court side (Yeah)
Don't lease, just buy
I just made a million dollars last night (Doin' what?)
Filled my phone up with some real vibes (Yeah)
She wanna get stoned, so I tell her slide (Hahaha)
No stress (Uh), all smiles (Yep)
Told me, I ain't nothin' like her last guy (Nope)
We can drop the top, see the whole sky (Let's go)
Throwin' up my gang, and you wonder why (Uh-huh)
No stress (Yep), all smiles
Pullin' up in somethin' that ain't normal
You can smell the smoke when I open the door
Let a bad bitch dress formal
I'm gettin' it cause I go hard the most
'Til the wheels fall off
I'ma look good whether win or loss
I'll be there any time, just close your eyes (Ayy, huh)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Just close your eyes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Just close your eyes
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches)
Just close your eyes (Smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your—)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Ah)
Eastside like every time (Like every time)
Ride around high, money on my mind (Money on my mind)
That was the homeboy flow, now let me run mine (Run mine)
Slid up switches hidden, Impala lift up
Bitches so sick of your shit, that's why she ridin' with us (That's why she ridin' with us)
OG shit, I don't front like I'm young (Like I'm young)
Play by yourself if you tryna play dumb (Play dumb)
Capital E is the set that I'm from (Set that I'm from)
We don't hang with crumbs, we don't relate to 'em (Don't relate to 'em)
Plain Jane Daytona, all gold (All gold)
Set the date for 'em, all 'cause I never fold (All 'cause I never fold)
Babygirl say a player heart cold (Said a player heart cold)
Bitch, that's these chains that got me so cold (Got me so cold)
Top drop when a **** in the mode (In the mode)
Watch out, as the six-double-O (Six-double-O)
Blades chop, that's real Momos
Pullin' up in somethin' that ain't normal
You can smell the smoke when I open the door
Let a bad bitch dress formal
I'm gettin' it cause I go hard the most
'Til the wheels fall off
I'ma look good whether win or loss
I'll be there any time, just close your eyes
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Just close your eyes
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Just close your eyes
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Just close your eyes
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz & Shante Franklin.

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