HEAVEN SONG Lyrics

Catered around in the coupe

That bitch be moving her hips like a hula, don't know how to hoop

Speaking this shit in the booth, could be anywhere just in my room

Facing the za, it go straight to my chest, got me high as a roof

Sending me one way, I wanted the other, just tell me the truth

I just be talking my shit

Could be cliche, got the Honda Accord in the flesh and the chain on my wrist

Now these hoes used to this

Sipping on Casamigos now I'm used to this

I ain't choose this life I'm really just built for this

Down in the dumps, flat on my ass, yeah

Tryna come up but can't get a pass, yeah, yeah

Working so hard but I keep getting bashed, yeah, yeah, yeah

Leave that shit in the past but can't get detached, nah, nah

What am I doing wrong?

The weight of this life, keep pressing down

I write another song, keep hoping this shit gon' turn around

So now I'm gon' speak with my chest

Cause I cannot give it a rest

These people be speaking on me when I'm not around

Leave their feelings in a casket

I know I was picked by the hand of God

I take my checks Blanc, like my Sauvignon

I'm stepping on necks on my way to the rim

Like I'm flying so high with 11s on

These bitches come crawling from caves

So I send them straight back Jeita Grotto in Lebanon

Already got me a girl, she came to me with a heaven song

I think she's the one for me, hold me down for eternity

She wanna be my baby mama, she wanna give birth for me

Hope I don't one day find out, she committed perjury

She gon' need a surgery, she under the earth to me

Talking about leaving her buried, talking about getting her married

Gotta keep it together, together forever

Tears in her eyes, she cried me a sweater

Told her I'd love her for worse and for better

But sometimes I feel like I don't even get her

Mannequin challenge, she freezin'

Sweater, she cried for a reason

And the reason is me

And the reason is me

It's just like everything else that's going on in my life

That's why I ask myself

What am I doing wrong?

The weight of this life, keep pressing down

I write another song, keep hoping this shit gon' turn around

So now I'm gon' speak with my chest

Cause I cannot give it a rest

These people be speaking on me when I'm not around

Leave their feelings in a casket

I know I was picked by the hand of God

I take my checks Blanc, like my Sauvignon

I'm stepping on necks on my way to the rim

Like I'm flying so high with 11s on

These bitches come crawling from caves

So I send them straight back Jeita Grotto in Lebanon

Already got me a girl, she came to me with a heaven song

Catered around in the coupe

That bitch be moving her hips like a hula, don't know how to hoop

Speaking this shit in the booth, could be anywhere just in my room

Facing the za, it go straight to my chest, got me high as a roof

Sending me one way, I wanted the other, just tell me the truth

I just be talking my shit

Could be cliche, got the Honda Accord in the flesh and the chain on my wrist

Now these hoes used to this

Sipping on Casamigos now I'm used to this

I ain't choose this life I'm really just built for this