Heaven (feat. Yelawolf)

Rittz - Heaven (feat. Yelawolf) Lyrics

I wrote this song on mushrooms, I'm get all fucked upIt's like I'm hidden below (?), it's like paradise, it feels so greatHave you ever been to outer space?Tour bus living liquor bottles all over, no counter spaceEvaluate the life but the future's hard to calculate (Calculate)Pissed off, but you gotta look at everybody putting on a smiley faceHave you seen a sunshine in the cloudy dayYou light the over cash you really hope with thatCould you light the darkness that comforts youLike-like-like-like-like a compass doBuzzer 'em like you just-just flew up the zooHigher than a middle school kid huffing glueSuckin' helium gum mouth from dark balloonVick’s vapor rub sticks, we snort for funKnowing that the real shit is coming soonYou could wind a song or two I heard it backwardsWishing close my eyes and saw the blackbirdsEating on a dead raccoonStarting to think I'm bad when I was scared to say bad wordsAnd for the internet making up Facebook passwordsI see Casper slow in my roomWhen I pray I guess she come down and bring F wordsPeople kill deal for the antlersI didn't really wanna pet oneI didn't really wanna let one liveOr some futuristic shit like the JetsonsYes man floating on my home boy, step onFitting to my pops all that cause electionTake a step and I drip in the death of my headphoneSinging on the floor in the restroom get someLooking at the world with my eye lids shutWe give it all to live but when we die then whatMy eyes electrifying like the lightning struckI look up in the sky and hope that I gettin' upIn heaven, heavenYou motherfuckers, heyHey, 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 mistNow I'm on some plastic bottle drinking shitAnd my tour manager's looking for somewhere to sink his dick(Brooklyn!) Represent, represent-sentTribe called meth, represent, represent-sentThe bottle ain't girl for queen queenTwo bottles of ways to swim badadduuu duduuuAnd I mean that from the bottom of my nuts3 more shots of moonshine I do fine, I