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My energy kinetic The fitted hat by Ebbots (Yessir) (DJ Drama) Yeah I like sugar, I like sweets I don't like the spicy eats I need bridges in my beats And Campana Brothers seats The heaven part for me is knowing I can wake up when I'm finished with my sleep Ain't no kids to feed No stress, I bleed I don't got a boss I go wherever and don't care 'bout the cost (Nah) Gas money was stark for me Now I got so many cars, I can start up We nappin' in parks We in the sun gettin' darked up Chillin' with my suit on Travel trunk is either Moynat leather or it's Vuitton Sippin' mint tea like we know the tree the leaf fell from We come from them tiki punch drinks Had annomiosty for dinner, El Pollo Loco That was in the past, now I'm parmesan my bolognese Half a million driftin' and the tire reading "Toyo" Prefer the aligator logo on my on my cotton polo Letras de cancionesLiving it up, my niggas is up Y'all niggas is salty peanuts, we ain't givin' a fuck 'Cause I'm blessed as Hell and I ain't next to jail Ain't got no psycho hiccups Plus I dress this well My heaven 24/7 That's heaven (Heaven only knows) That's heaven to me, yeah What's heaven to you? Yeah That's heaven to me, yeah What's heaven to you? To y'all Because that's heaven to me, aw-aw (You gotta love it) The lake water gettin' warmer from the radiant sun My baby mama and my daughter gettin' chased by my son The water gun is in his arms, that lil' nigga could run He get it from his daddy side, you know, them Nigerians My mama pulled up in a helicopter Sister in the kitchen, kickin' Jackson, mixin' vodka After dinner, I'll convince them they should babysit 'em Me and wifey gettin' ready to go see an opera (Sydney) This the house we come to when we got nothing to do The big yard, quaint size with the immaculate view My boat got a yacht with a slide on the side My son and I got some bikes we could ride I'll show him how to wheelie And Wally hit my cell, we cleared another dealy It's no contingency, the number's in the hundred milly's I'm in my fourties lookin' twenty-somethin' (Yeah) I don't ask for nothin' (Nothin') Everything is mwah That's heaven for a God My health is on a hundred You feel me? (Skin glowin') That's heaven to me, yeah What's heaven to you? That's really heaven at forty, like, havin' good health What's heaven to you? To y'all? Because that's heaven This-this was heaven This was heaven at like, as a kid It used to be the 'preme hat in the green The cheetah print on the tee The dark wash in the jean Soccer mom with the Vans in every color it seems Kids push down the block Cuttin' dickies into shorts when it's hot Fuckin' Wendys up Brainstorming ways to get our pennies up Me and Jasper spending last bucks on the city bus Wayne tapes and Vice mags and Portishead drops Pegleg, Ice Cream shoes, the Mr. Krabs watch That was heaven for me 'Round time seventeen Eggin' niggas houses, fuckin' girls from Pasadena Bastard wasn't finished, I was forming up a team I didn't have much but for certain I had a dream I fuck the flow up, fuck it, I bring it back like the hairline was receding Don't let your neighbors take you to Hell Introduce them to heaven Heaven only knows From Letras Mania