Heaven

Sounds like a lullaby
(Sounds like a lullaby, like a lullaby)
Sounds like a lullaby (like a lullaby)
Sounds like a lullaby
Sounds like a lullaby
And lately I've been living like a rolling stone (let's go)
I'm gone and I don't know if I'm wrong at home? (Hurry up)
You see I'm in another zone just leave us the fuck alone
Just pack me another cone, I'm higher than a fuckin' drone
Blowing on this purple shit, workin' hard and workin' it
Workin' hard, they say I'm gettin' on and I deserve this shit
People I took care of are actin like I ain't worth a shit
Can't believe they diss me man, the mother fuckin' nerve of them
Don't believe a word of it
Say that I deserted them
They did not put work in to deserve a fuckin' squirt of piss
I'm sorry I don't owe you an apology (fuck)
'Cause you ain't had the balls to go and fuckin' follow me
I believe in late nights and early mornings
I believe in good weed and liquor flowin'
'Cause I believe that even all the gangsters go to heaven
'Cause I believe that even all the gangsters go to heaven
I believe in good sex so let's ride
We'll be Bonnie and Clyde, girl, with that type
Yes, I believe that all the savage bitches go to heaven (yes sir)
Yes, I believe that all the savage bitches go to heaven
Got a bad bitch on the West Coast
But she loves me cause I'm fuckin' southern
And she knows if they try me I'm strapped up like bungee jumper
Tell them boys don't try me, might fuck around and lose it (fuck around, lose it)
Y'all gonna keep gonna keep talkin' 'bout me
I'm gonna flash out and start shootin'
I've been runnin' with the losers on the bottom with the scum
I ain't got a problem with it 'cause the bottoms where I'm from
But they knew that I won't stop
So they knew that I'm gon' pop
So I put this out to everyone that bet on a long shot
I told them we could do it
I told them bet the farm
Now to celebrate, we gon' kicked out of every bar, ah, yeah
Man, fuck you, we got a hold to coach
We made it cool to be country, don't be country
I believe in late nights and early mornings
I believe in good weed and liquor flowin'
'Cause I believe that even all the gangsters go to heaven
'Cause I believe that even all the gangsters go to heaven
I believe in good sex so let's ride
We'll be Bonnie and Clyde, girl, with that type
Yes, I believe that all the savage bitches go to heaven (yes sir)
Yes, I believe that all the savage bitches go to heaven
Sounds like a lullaby
(Sounds like a lullaby, like a lullaby)
Sounds like a lullaby (like a lullaby)
Sounds like a lullaby (ohh-oh)
Sounds like a lullaby