a touch of heaven, heaven Being with you, is a touch of heaven, heaven So I wanna be wherever you are So I wanna be wherever you are I know that heaven
DAY THEY'RE STILL DANCING THAT'S NO COINCIDENCE THAT'S LOVE IT'S AMAZING, IT'S PERFECTION HOW EACH LITTLE BITTY STAR MAKES UP ONE BIG CONSTELLATION OF PEOPLE GETTING CONNECTED IT'S TRULY HEAVEN SENT
-two one-two Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven A project nigga that's, tryin to see heaven I done
' weed) Rock on like what the fuck (What the fuck?) Jersey that's whassup, Brick City Jersey that's whassup (Whassup, yo?) You heard me light the Dutch (Smokin' weed) Rock
in this world what God sent me if I said that I was gonna die, would I be tellin' the truth would I be lyin' would I be chillin' in heaven or hell
green So dirty you didn't wanna deal with it So funky you didn't wanna got with it But that's alright, no problem, cool Sent to the earth to educate the
spider's silk burn when the fires built Doves fly, straight from the hands of a replicant, Run the blade futuristic cities of the heaven sent I'm home
the old ladies pray they'll be young again someday do your job you dirty slob or nobody gets paid she was standing on the dock trying to hit the moon with rocks
be our witnesses It ain't a game dick you know us, European whips chain frost bit Peter pay Paul now pay the boss kid, Heavens the stakes are Now even sent
Verse 3: (Chip Banks)] It ain't a game dick you know us, European whips chain frost bit Peter pay Paul now pay the boss kid Heavens the stakes are now even sent
they're still dancing That's no coincidence that's love It's amazing, it's perfection how each little bitty star makes up One big constellation of people getting connected It's truly heaven sent
' the grappling hook at cackling crooks to finish 'em The city dweller sendin' telegrams from Neverland The better man kind now, kindly join the caravan We're like a rock
magical like a leprechaun Kept you on point in many different sectors On Elektra, make you remember Medgar Evers and James Evers My skills sent from the heavens
ft around no more Yeah some blamed secret government Projects Some blamed it on the president Some blamed wind from the wings of Jesus Just flappin round heaven sent
millennium Swingin the grappling hook at cackling crooks to finish em The city dweller sendin telegrams from Neverland The better man ( ? ) kindly join the caravan We're like a rock
City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor Yo Brick City muh
