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heaven - coults lyrics

heaven lyrics
part i

(intro)
just what is it that you want to do?
well, we wanna be free, we wanna be free to do what we wanna do
and we wanna get loaded and we wanna have a good time
and that’s what we’re gonna do (away baby, let’s go)
we’re gonna have a good time, we’re gonna have a party (huh)

(verse 1)
i feel like something’s wrong
my main girl met my side and they don’t get along
it’s a toxic relation, they going through my phone
sh*t i need privacy baby, don’t turn the cameras on
yeah, i need some time alone
the weed smoke clear my mind, focus with adderall
sh*t i’m just bringing the heat, i turn the kettle on
whoever knew that i could turn my heart to stone
uh, yeah she an impressor
come like the denim all on me cuz she a distressor
addicted to her body, i’m a regular member
how many times i regret it, i can’t really remember
uh, she talking way too much
ratchet girl, she walk around in von dutch
she’s a boujee girl, she want matsuhisa for lunch
yo, my head’s spun
(chorus)
and i been spending way too much time with her lately
sh*t i just spent a bag on her trainers, i’m going crazy
hop up in the coupe with no license and we go racing
ot, smoking exotic and it’s amazing
styling with my crodie, my crodie pull up in paisley
you would think my drip military, i’m in the navy
psychedelic ventures, i do ’em up on a daily
yuh, we do this sh*t on a daily

(verse 2)
all my brothers some big steppers, no timberlands
and sh*t we made it through all the trials and tribulations
baby girl you got plans, i got aspirations
moretime i feel like i’m living in a simulation
haha, huh, that sh*t kinda bizzare
it’s like if i worship the devil, would you make me a star?
can’t conversate wit no label, b*tch i’m really in charge
like, b*tch i’m really a star

part ii

(intro)
we’re gonna have a good time, we’re gonna have a party

(verse)
i think my brother’s bis*xual, cuz he swinging it both ways
how many people you stepping to today?
hate to admit but the driver’s on cocaine
sh*t, we bust the engine i’m smelling the propane
drink spiller, brown liquor, sizzy sipper
all kinda concoctions baby i need another liver
north side repper, we turn up whatever the weather
it’s the samurai stepper
they told me i need composure, i let the seat recline
but now’s the time, i ain’t waiting for the heat to decline
yeah you can sit at my table but you can’t beside
mr arlo with the cam, we’ll shoot a clip tonight
feels good, smoking nun but za
true religion drip, all aboard the noah’s ark
we took a benzo in the benz, my vision’s kinda f*cked
and like a driving instructor, i told him “park the car”
rewind to the summer, sipping pina colada
like we been coast to coast, moving like traffickers
i ain’t been checkin on myself cuz it’s family first
life’s been a little crazy, i put that pedal to work
oh she’s a top boy lover
suit and tie like it’s a hot boy summer
riches on the way, did i stutter?
all kinda currencies, yen, pounds & dollars

- coults lyrics

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