HEAVEN SONG

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Jo. Flip

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Catered around in the coupe
That bitch be moving her hips like a hula, don't know how to hoop
Speaking this shit in the booth, could be anywhere just in my room
Facing the za, it go straight to my chest, got me high as a roof
Sending me one way, I wanted the other, just tell me the truth
I just be talking my shit
Could be cliche, got the Honda Accord in the flesh and the chain on my wrist
Now these hoes used to this
Sipping on Casamigos now I'm used to this
I ain't choose this life I'm really just built for this

Down in the dumps, flat on my ass, yeah
Tryna come up but can't get a pass, yeah, yeah
Working so hard but I keep getting bashed, yeah, yeah, yeah
Leave that shit in the past but can't get detached, nah, nah
What am I doing wrong?
The weight of this life, keep pressing down
I write another song, keep hoping this shit gon' turn around
So now I'm gon' speak with my chest
Cause I cannot give it a rest
These people be speaking on me when I'm not around
Leave their feelings in a casket

I know I was picked by the hand of God
I take my checks Blanc, like my Sauvignon
I'm stepping on necks on my way to the rim
Like I'm flying so high with 11s on
These bitches come crawling from caves
So I send them straight back Jeita Grotto in Lebanon
Already got me a girl, she came to me with a heaven song
I think she's the one for me, hold me down for eternity
She wanna be my baby mama, she wanna give birth for me
Hope I don't one day find out, she committed perjury
She gon' need a surgery, she under the earth to me
Talking about leaving her buried, talking about getting her married
Gotta keep it together, together forever
Tears in her eyes, she cried me a sweater
Told her I'd love her for worse and for better
But sometimes I feel like I don't even get her
Mannequin challenge, she freezin'
Sweater, she cried for a reason
And the reason is me
And the reason is me
It's just like everything else that's going on in my life
That's why I ask myself

What am I doing wrong?
The weight of this life, keep pressing down
I write another song, keep hoping this shit gon' turn around
So now I'm gon' speak with my chest
Cause I cannot give it a rest
These people be speaking on me when I'm not around
Leave their feelings in a casket
I know I was picked by the hand of God
I take my checks Blanc, like my Sauvignon
I'm stepping on necks on my way to the rim
Like I'm flying so high with 11s on
These bitches come crawling from caves
So I send them straight back Jeita Grotto in Lebanon
Already got me a girl, she came to me with a heaven song

Catered around in the coupe
That bitch be moving her hips like a hula, don't know how to hoop
Speaking this shit in the booth, could be anywhere just in my room
Facing the za, it go straight to my chest, got me high as a roof
Sending me one way, I wanted the other, just tell me the truth
I just be talking my shit
Could be cliche, got the Honda Accord in the flesh and the chain on my wrist
Now these hoes used to this
Sipping on Casamigos now I'm used to this
I ain't choose this life I'm really just built for this

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