I just got back from heaven CHORUS Any destination Makes a great vacation This is something greater by far This time I swear it's the truth, oh, oh I just got back from heaven
Traduction: Sparks. Je reviens de mon ciel.
' Bright Anywhere Got The Sun On My Neck Full Moon On My Wrist Da-Daimonds In My Mouth And It's All On A Bitch I Guess I Took Notes From Kevin Federline
twenty-five hundred, no appearances from the Z Man, got to get my feet man, got to be treated fair Trying to put me on a back burner, I'm out of there
belong, that's just for us Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug
Owe Them Everything. That's Why I Owe Everything To The 'hood. I've Got Love There. I've Got Love From Thugs And The Street Dudes. And That Focuses Me Back
a fool front of my kids Then I got niggaz puttin drug paraphenalia in my casket A spliff, a picture of me still livin and a bullet from a Magnum Man I
got my nose runny and shit Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps She bugging off how a nigga just
behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If heaven
Til \"Lake Shore Drive\" comes back into focus I just want to come back to lying sparks into your ear to keep you warm and mine I got a pocket full of
seconds or less I keep comin' back like rashes on an infant You don't wanna chance to clash with the magnificent Seven of us, it's heaven but never enough
There's nothing about your war You can call it what you like I know where I'm from And it's cold and dark Cuz all the sinners Are just sage without the sparks Heaven
I dream of the day I could go back to when I was born Laying in your arms, wishing you was here today mom Wish you would appear Just for a second from heaven
corner, every city There's a place where life's a little busy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, cause it's all good Leave all the stress from
and steal, huh? Then we all get laced Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit She get dick from a
't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like I'm smokin rocks I got the munchies, we got the Mary Jane in the Dungeon Just to let you niggaz know in ninety
'm outta reach Call me Kracker just be fuckin up spots like bleach Worst in my division I got bitches on the file From the Mississippi River on back to Belle Isle I got