[Intro] Yeah... This time its over This Time i close de account This Time I'm Closing the door, KB Street-With-Class I know what access can turn into. A soft way in, then a hard way out. So I keep that gate above eye line now. No one gets this close again. [Verse 1 – 8 bars] Not after learning what closeness costs. Not after watching good faith get used. Not after carrying real-life weight for someone who could still call it small. That changes posture, pace, and trust. How I read warmth, how I hear need. I do not rush just because it feels right. I test what holds when the pressure hits. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] No one gets this close again. Not to the part that almost broke. Not to the side that gave full weight. That level stays behind the wall. [Hook – 8 bars] No one gets this close again. Not through charm, not through need. Not through late words in a dark room. Not through pain dressed up as truth. No one gets this close again. Not to the part that bleeds for real. If you want in, bring something solid. I do not open off a feeling now. [Verse 2 – 8 bars] I used to think depth meant move fast. If it felt strong, then let it breathe. Now I know depth can get staged clean by the right voice at the right hour. People can sound like home for weeks, then go half-cold when the ground gets hard. So I watch pattern before I trust. I watch what lives past the first pull. [Verse 3 – 8 bars] You only learn this kind of code when letting someone close goes wrong. When they touch the center, leave a mark, then talk like none of it cut that deep. That leaves a shift in how you live. A colder filter on every bond. You stop giving names to maybe signs. You stop mistaking want for truth. [Hook – 8 bars] No one gets this close again. Not through charm, not through need. Not through late words in a dark room. Not through pain dressed up as truth. No one gets this close again. Not to the part that bleeds for real. If you want in, bring something solid. I do not open off a feeling now. [Verse 4 – 8 bars] That does not mean there is nothing left. It means what is left gets handled right. I still have love, it just moves slow. It does not run to meet soft smoke. It waits for daylight, waits for proof, waits for the match of word and move. Because once your center gets mishandled, you do not hand it out for hope. [Verse 5 – 8 bars] And it is bigger than one old wound. This is the answer to all of it. The takers, drifters, polished lines, the quiet exits and useful love. They all helped build this distance up. They all taught me the same hard thing. If I do not guard what matters most, someone will touch it and call it light. [Hook – 8 bars] No one gets this close again. Not through charm, not through need. Not through late words in a dark room. Not through pain dressed up as truth. No one gets this close again. Not to the part that bleeds for real. If you want in, bring something solid. I do not open off a feeling now. [Bridge – 12 bars] I miss the ease of how I was. How love could land and I let it live. No second screen, no hidden checks, no measuring hands against old scars. That version of me was not naive. He was just clean before the break. But now the break lives in the frame. So closeness has to clear more ground. It has to survive my silence first. It has to stay when nothing is easy. It has to reach for me, not use me. That is the only path left in. [Verse 6 – 8 bars] So if I seem far, do not read pride. Read damage shaped into discipline. Read a man who still feels deep, but keeps the deepest part on lock. Because I know what one wrong hand can do. How long one false bond can echo. No one gets near that place again unless they come with a cleaner heart. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] No one gets this close again. Not to the part that almost broke. Not to the side that gave full weight. That level stays behind the wall. [Hook – 8 bars] No one gets this close again. Not through charm, not through need. Not through late words in a dark room. Not through pain dressed up as truth. No one gets this close again. Not to the part that bleeds for real. If you want in, bring something solid. I do not open off a feeling now. [Outro – 4 bars] Maybe that sounds cold from far away. I call it learning what love can cost. No one gets this close again. Not unless they earn that place in full.
