Lyrics:
the windows down i'm tryna feel the summer breeze
It would be my pleasure if I had you sitting next to me
Got me feeling ecstasy my shawty get the best of me
appreciate if y'all had any dollars you could throw
Know, so I could fill my gas
Maybe cover the bridge toll
Yo, the universe will guide you when you speak out
Just pass the aux cord
Yeah
Just pass the aux cord
I'm just tryna play that fly shit
Sly Family Stone ride shit
Even if you don't smoke, get
me to win souls
For the Kingdom of Heaven
By the look on his face
Man I knew that he was not joking(that's right)
All believers, rise up, stand firm
different
Like they wanna see me in hell
Slayin' demons, them enemies felled
Keep your mind clear, and don't Peter you'll fail
If you focus on Jesus,
me while I'm sleepin, two to the head
While I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets
Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious
mercy
Heaven is where my phone lives (heaven is where my phone lives)
In my pocket, so cozy; oh what a joy replies give
It seems Melissa's
man, I can't even speak with you
I know what God had said about turning the other cheek, nigga
I know that Earth is inherited by the meek, nigga
When bad
And get brain but not the same
Brain she be thinking with
Banger by my pancreas if a
Nigga think he slick
I'll blow his brain out now
He can't think of shit
piles of spaghetti, bad vibes like confetti in Italy
We go by train and not by plane
We'd come home by car if it wasn't too far
To drive home by car
Like aw D***
Now n***** is goin’ all through they girl’s phone
Tryin’ to see if I be cappin’ when I make a song
What a relief when you check it and see
God knows
Imma put a ring on if I ever fall in love again
Take it back
We we don't need to build no trust again
Bad little Shawty in the sheets
Wanna
surrounded by an air of melancholy I can't even make a happy song
If making money is a sin then God forgive me I've been poor for too long
Oh yeah
I gotta say
face
If heaven had a phone then I would say
Jesus thank you for your love
That changed this young rebellious one
That thought he knew it all but he
She had a mobile phone in her mobile home that she loved to use
She'd been inspired by the girls that she hired at the interviews
She'd seen the ropes
the phone anymore
Imma just let you be
It's cool
Anyways, I hope you're okay at least
I haven't heard from you in weeks
I don't even know if you're back in
arguing, like who gone win this race?
To tell the truth I miss my dawgs lined at them Heaven gates
But it would've worked better if we communicated
And she
VERSE 2
I still go down that road that goes by your house
To see if maybe you came back to town
But you're never there it's just a dead end turn around
on my side onna east side heaven
You can't learn if you ain't got questions
Prosper against me ain't no weapon
Carry my cross but not my necklace
Salomon
the reverend
Dead on arrival, bitches saying oh heavens
Heart beating, fake tears you're crying
Voices in my head tell me you're lying
I can tell by the look in
it's heaven or hell
I can't give you all the clarity when I I
I've been all alone
I've been by myself
Feeling like I'm someone else
Pick up the phone
Sometimes you just gotta
Just Gotta ask questions
Invade the scene
I know life is but a dream
We was taught by any means
Move them crop and make it
mercy
Heaven is where my phone lives (heaven is where my phone lives)
In my pocket, so cozy; oh what a joy replies give
It seems Melissa's babysittin'
on me
My phone's tapped so I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you
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