HEAVEN

Hold on
Hold on
Hold up
Hold up
Roll on
Roll on
Pour more in my cup
They playing my song
We bout to turn up
They playing my song
We bout to go off
I'm bound to blow up
I'm bound to show off
We might lose control but I don't give a
No I don't give a
'Cause I can dance just how I want to
Won't lie maybe, I want you
Won't cry, that's if I have you
But baby I must ask you
Do you like to party?
Move yo
Move yo body
I know that you've felt heartache
But that ain't here no no

Yea that's just how I'm feeling
So let's just turn up this evening
Lose the worries through the weekend
But I don't want a break
Even though
You make my ringtone blow
Hotline Bling 'cause my screen gon' glow
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
I ain't worried 'bout shit
Fuck it up in the club till it's bout 6
Dancing by the speakers I can hear 'em bouncing
Everything beneath us 'cause I feel astounding
Moving mountains
Just to see ya
Just to see ya
Just to see ya bounce it
Just to make ya bounce it
Just to see ya
Just to see ya
Just to see ya bounce it
Just to make ya bounce it
Just to see ya
Just to see ya
Just to see ya bounce it
Just to make ya bounce it
Aye

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Yea Yea

You don't take me to Heaven no more
You don't take me to Heaven no more
(You don't take)
(You don't take)

We been stuck up in the clouds
At some point we had to come down
We can't ever figure things out
So you'll never see me around
Why you make our trust so bendy?
Only got the time for Fendi
Saint Laurent, you always tempt me
With it, but your promise empty
Okay girl
(Okay girl, girl)
You know we gon' have to part
If you look up outside, see it's after dark
If you look into my heart see the battle scars
You always talk about Giorgio Armani
Never think about how much you harm me
And my wallet, 'cause you always Lacoste me
And you not sorry
I'm Audi, so watch me go

You don't take me to Heaven no more
(No you don't)
You don't take me to Heaven no more
(You don't take)
(You don't take)

I am too grown for this
Don't you play with me
She might leave me 'lone 'cause of this
I swear one day you'll see
I am the GOAT
Wait no, got demons
My Devil wear Prada
Nah that bitch wear Neimans
Her purse is designer
Her feelings Marc Jacobs
She nasty
She mean
And she messed up her make up
'Cause she mad at me
And she don't wanna make up
She don't wanna see me
She don't wanna text
Don't wanna argue
But if you're a mess
Maybe I'll call you
Baby
I know that you're mad
To make it up, buy you a bag
Take you out to lunch, call you a cab
Then you'll never ever see me come back
Baby

You don't take me to Heaven no more
(No you don't)
You don't take me to Heaven no more
(No you don't)
(You don't take)
(You don't take)
You don't take me to Heaven no more
(No you don't)
You don't take me to Heaven no more
(No you don't)
(You don't take)
(You don't take)