Текст песни Heaven - Shawn Smith

Everybody wants to go to heaven.
Everybody wants to go to heaven.
Everybody wants to go to heaven.
Don't you wanna go?
But nobody. nobody wants to die

I'm from a city where they always leave the heat on
Where your friend expects for you to leave harm
Family will test you, blood pressure you to squeeze arms, yeah
I was blessed to inherit lyrics, my parents had to serve in my face
If the industry ain't gone profit they urge you to wait
I'm in the game where people working for you burn you for cake
You see them folks at your lowest and they can't serve you a plate
But God showed us through Moses how staff turn into snakes
I was born to blow with convey
Niggas is Warren Buffet while we warring over buffet
The sacrament has begun
These rappers ain't as passionate as we come
They rather sip the Actavis than be one
They falling for fame
If you don't know that Christ is Lord then you lost in the game
Don't get ahead of yourself like Rick Ross on his chain
But who am I? I'm just a Christian soul
Trying to get my point across like a pick and roll
The devil tried it, but God denied it
I used to always constantly front
Spiritual wisdom the reason I've been trying to be blunt
I'm just saying what I honestly want, I speak from the heart
Take it how you want it like Melania Trump
It's Easter Sunday the morning the preacher sung as I'm yawning
I'm leaning up to get peace, but it's deeper stuff in my thoughts
Probably leading up to my torment
Usually up in the A.M. while all the hustler's snoring
Joe Jackson the grind,
I beat the sun every morning and I had a long day
I'm like suede it get dark if I'm rubbed the wrong way
And just thinking back on my life every action was lack of Christ
All the trappers was into fashion but passed beyond its advice
I was rapping trying to get nice
Sorta like chess games I had to hold
My horses and sacrifice all my knights
Walk with me from the stu' when I ain't have no ride
All we saw his jacket was one size more too wide
He let his guns hide on both sides
He kept it zipped when it's cold and carried one 9, one .45
American Eagle bullets all stuffed inside of the twins
You play a game with your life and they busting out like the Sims
All the things that was killing us settled in as the norm
And the regular common form
Rebels who not informed on the devil without his horns
Instead of peddling out the storm we would stray
Away from a way that was delicate, calm and warm
Learning paved the way for us quickly I found wisdom
Trying to find a sound to set aside
My biggest mistake was looking at
All these other clowns instead of God
I use my talent now for better vibe
I try to put it to waist and wind up bowing down like Cheddar Bob
He gon show us brave when we in fear
I pray that I be aware, I rather hear the horns than see a pair
I'm being thankful I'm awake and I'm aware free
Keeping faith and staying grateful if I'm fearing greed
So I'm repping Christ like I'm late to catch a flight,
Cause I'm trying to make it to the gate before my Spirit leaves

Everybody wants to go to heaven.
Heaven. Heaven.
Everybody wants to go to heaven.
Heaven. Heaven.
Everybody wants to go to heaven.
Heaven. Heaven.
Everybody wants to go to heaven.
Heaven. Heaven.

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