Heaven Songtext
von Rittz feat. Yelawolf

I wrote this song on mushrooms, I'm get all fucked up
It's like I'm hidden below (?), it's like paradise, it feels so great


Have you ever been to outer space?
Tour bus living liquor bottles all over, no counter space
Evaluate the life but the future's hard to calculate (Calculate)
Pissed off, but you gotta look at everybody putting on a smiley face
Have you seen a sunshine in the cloudy day
You light the over cash you really hope with that
Could you light the darkness that comforts you
Like-like-like-like-like a compass do
Buzzer 'em like you just-just flew up the zoo
Higher than a middle school kid huffing glue
Suckin' helium gum mouth from dark balloon
Vick's vapor rub sticks, we snort for fun
Knowing that the real shit is coming soon
You could wind a song or two I heard it backwards
Wishing close my eyes and saw the blackbirds
Eating on a dead raccoon
Starting to think I'm bad when I was scared to say bad words
And for the internet making up Facebook passwords
I see Casper slow in my room
When I pray I guess she come down and bring F words
People kill deal for the antlers
I didn't really wanna pet one
I didn't really wanna let one live
Or some futuristic shit like the Jetsons
Yes man floating on my home boy, step on
Fitting to my pops all that cause election
Take a step and I drip in the death of my headphone
Singing on the floor in the restroom get some

Looking at the world with my eye lids shut
We give it all to live but when we die then what
My eyes electrifying like the lightning struck
I look up in the sky and hope that I gettin' up
In heaven, heaven


You motherfuckers, hey
Hey, pass me the squigy (Somebody threw up)
I'm about sick of you and Newport doin' coke (My buzz)
A'ight, Newport ain't doin' coke but (You are) and (So far)
You done brought 2 hoes backstage (That look like Sammy Hagar)
You told me 3 hoes was deal cause they was (Headbanging)
Or you could be certain that the meat curtains (Was hanging)
Hey let me get another shot of jack (FUCK YOU!)
What?! Oh you drank it all (FUCK YOU!)
Fuck it where's the Canadian mist
Now I'm on some plastic bottle drinking shit
And my tour manager's looking for somewhere to sink his dick
(Brooklyn!) Represent, represent-sent
Tribe called meth, represent, represent-sent
The bottle ain't girl for queen queen
Two bottles of ways to swim badadduuu duduuu
And I mean that from the bottom of my nuts
3 more shots of moonshine I do fine, I