Been To Heaven Intro
The air shifts
And I sift thru thoughts
Left and right
My mood swings
It Don't do shit
But kill dreams
I dropped my olds thots
Just To try out this new thing
Idk if my decision was right
The last love was bruising
I made time for the bad in my life
No truce-ing
I eat
Some times and I cry
Bruce Bruce-ing
Why y'all had to kill my mamas boy
He was a sure thing
We all really just wan ball
I ain't talking no hoop dreams
I wash my hands in them bloody waters
I got the blues like I'm muddy waters
Calluses all on my hands like I'm Muddy Waters
Came up with them wolves like I'm Kevin Garnett
Regardless
I'm in Coldest city in America and we targets
The coldest city in America
Boy I'm talking bout tundras
How much love you show me
When I was down bad
Hella sad
Folks did nothing but ignore me
Gods angel but it's gory
True story
I turned my high beams on
It's hella dark on this road
Ain't got no jewelry on today
But my words made of gold
I'm into procuring more wealth
Fuck is you waiting on
Late rides
Cracked windows
Pack loud
Brought the smack down
It came outta Sac-town
Wanted lil baby to pull up
So we could smash out
Then wanted nobody to pull up
So I could crash out
I been up for many summers
Straight stunting
Looking stunning
Inspired by the flyest alive
I'm in they're company
I ain't been on a jet yet
But I been to heaven
Young Black and Amazing
And I sift thru thoughts
Left and right
My mood swings
It Don't do shit
But kill dreams
I dropped my olds thots
Just To try out this new thing
Idk if my decision was right
The last love was bruising
I made time for the bad in my life
No truce-ing
I eat
Some times and I cry
Bruce Bruce-ing
Why y'all had to kill my mamas boy
He was a sure thing
We all really just wan ball
I ain't talking no hoop dreams
I wash my hands in them bloody waters
I got the blues like I'm muddy waters
Calluses all on my hands like I'm Muddy Waters
Came up with them wolves like I'm Kevin Garnett
Regardless
I'm in Coldest city in America and we targets
The coldest city in America
Boy I'm talking bout tundras
How much love you show me
When I was down bad
Hella sad
Folks did nothing but ignore me
Gods angel but it's gory
True story
I turned my high beams on
It's hella dark on this road
Ain't got no jewelry on today
But my words made of gold
I'm into procuring more wealth
Fuck is you waiting on
Late rides
Cracked windows
Pack loud
Brought the smack down
It came outta Sac-town
Wanted lil baby to pull up
So we could smash out
Then wanted nobody to pull up
So I could crash out
I been up for many summers
Straight stunting
Looking stunning
Inspired by the flyest alive
I'm in they're company
I ain't been on a jet yet
But I been to heaven
Young Black and Amazing
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Writer(s): Justin Watkins
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