Heaven

[Intro: Rittz]

I wrote this song on mushrooms, I get all fucked up

It's like an illusion, I throw up, look in the toilet

It's like paradise, it felt so great

[Verse 1: Rittz]

Have you ever been to outer space?

Tour bus living liquor bottles all over, no counter space

Evaluating 'em I'm like what's the future's hard to calculate (Calculate)

Pissed off, but you gotta look at everybody putting on a smiley face

Like you seen the sun shinning on a cloudy day

You like the overcast you really hope it's that

Cause you like the darkness it's comforts you

Like-like-like-like-like a compass do

Buzzer 'em like you just-just blew a cazoo

Higher than a middle school kid huffing glue

Suckin' helium out from the balloon

Vick’s vapor rub sticks, we snort for fun

Knowing that the real shit was coming soon

And Stevie Wonder song the tune I heard it backwards

(Erus Rof) closed my eyes and saw blackbirds

Eating on a dead raccoon

Started thinking back when I was scared to say bad words

Before for the internet making up Facebook passwords

I see Casper floating in my room

When I pray maybe I should come down and pray afterwords

People kill deer for their antlers

I didn't really wanna pet one

I didn't really wanna let one live

On some futuristic shit like a Jetsons

Yes man flirting with my home boy's step mom

Thumbin' through my pop's old record collection

Take a sniff then I drift into depth with my headphones

Staying on the floor in the restroom yes I'm

[Hook: Rittz] (2X)

Looking at the world with my eye lids shut

We give it all to live but when we die then what

My high's electrifying like the lightning struck

I look up in the sky and hope that I end up

In heaven, heaven

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]

You motherfuckers, hey

Hey, pass me the squeegee (Somebody threw up)

I’m about sick of you and Newport doin' coke (On my bus)

A‘ight, Newport ain’t doin’ coke but (You are) and (So far)

You done brought 2 hoes backstage (The the the Sammy Hagar)

You told me 3 hoes was Dio cause they was (Headbanging)

Or you could be certain that the meat curtains (Was hanging)

Hey let me get another shot of Jack (FUCK YOU!)

What?! Oh you drank it all (FUCK YOU!)

Fuck it where's the Canadian mist

Now I'm on some plastic bottle drinking shit

And my tour manager's looking for somewhere to sink his dick

(Brooklyn!) Represent, represent-sent

Tribe called meth, represent, represent-sent

The bottle ain't girl for queen queen

Two bottles of ways to swim badadduuu duduuu

And I mean that from the bottom of my nuts

3 more shots of moonshine I do fine, I

[Hook: Rittz & Yelawolf] (2X)