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Heaven To Me

Tyler, The Creator

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Heaven To Me

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My energy kineticThe fitted hat by Ebbots(Yessir)(Dj Drama) YeahI like sugar, I like sweetsI don't like the spicy eatsI need bridges in my beatsAnd Campana Brothers seatsThe heaven part for me is knowingI can wake up when I'm finished with my sleepAin't no kids to feedNo stress, I bleedI don't got a bossI go wherever and don't care 'bout the cost (Nah)Gas money was stark for meNow I got so many cars, I can start upWe nappin' in parksWe in the sun gettin' darked upChillin' with my suit onTravel trunk is either Moynat leather or it's VuittonSippin' mint tealike we know the tree the leaf fell fromWe come from them tiki punch drinksHad annomiosty for dinner, El Pollo LocoThat was in the past, now I'm parmesan my bologneseHalf a million driftin' and the tire reading: ToyoPrefer the aligator logo on my on my cotton poloLiving it up, my niggas is upY'all niggas is salty peanuts, we ain't givin' a fuck'Cause I'm blessed as Hell and I ain't next to jailAin't got no psycho hiccupsPlus I dress this wellMy heaven 24 7That's heaven (Heaven only knows)That's heaven to me, yeahWhat's heaven to you? YeahThat's heaven to me, yeahWhat's heaven to you? To y'allBecause that's heaven to me, aw-aw(You gotta love it)The lake water gettin' warmer from the radiant sunMy baby mama and my daughter gettin' chased by my sonThe water gun is in his arms, that lil' nigga could runHe get it from his daddy side, you know, them NigeriansMy mama pulled up in a helicopterSister in the kitchen, kickin' Jackson, mixin' vodkaAfter dinnerI'll convince them they should babysit 'emMe and wifey gettin' ready to go see an opera (Sydney)This the house we come to when we got nothing to doThe big yard, quaint size with the Immaculate viewMy boat got a yacht with a slide on the sideMy son and I got some bikes we could rideI'll show him how to wheelieAnd Wally hit my cell, we cleared another dealyIt's no contingencythe number's in the hundred milly'sI'm in my fourties lookin' twenty-somethin' (Yeah)I don't ask for nothin' (Nothin')Everything is mwahThat's heaven for a GodMy health is on a hundredYou feel me?(Skin glowin') That's heaven to me, yeahWhat's heaven to you?That's really heavenat forty, like, havin' good healthWhat's heaven to you? To y'all?Because that's heavenThis-this was heavenThis was heaven at like, as a kidIt used to be the 'preme hat in the greenThe cheetah print on the teeThe dark wash in the jeanSoccer mom with the Vans in every color it seemsKids push down the blockCuttin' dickies into shorts when it's hotFuckin' Wendys upBrainstorming ways to get our pennies upMe and Jasper spending last bucks on the city busWayne tapes and Vice mags and Portishead dropsPegleg, Ice Cream shoes, the Mr. Krabs watchThat was heaven for me'Round time seventeenEggin' niggas houses, fuckin' girls from PasadenaBastard wasn't finished, I was forming up a teamI didn't have much but for certain I had a dreamI fuck the flow up, fuck itI bring it back like the hairline was recedingDon't let your neighbors take you to HellIntroduce them to heavenHeaven only knows
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