Heaven

Sounds like a lullaby

Sounds like a lullaby

Sounds like a lullaby

Sounds like a lullaby

And lately I've been living like a rolling stone

I'm gone and I don't know if I'm wrong at home?

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 aint worth a shit

Can't believe they diss me man, the motherfuckin' 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

'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 flowing

'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, we're that type

Yes, I believe that all the savage bitches go to heaven

Yes, I believe that all the savage bitches go to heaven

Got a bad bitch on the West Coast

But she loves me because I'm fuckin' southern

And she knows, if they try me, I'm strapped up like a bungee jumper

Tell them boys, don't try me

Might fuck around and lose it

Y'all gon' keep talkin' 'bout me

I'ma 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 'em we could do it

I told 'em bet the farm

Now, to celebrate, we gon' get kicked out of every bar

Ha, yeah

Man, fuck you, we got a hold to this culture

We made it cool to be country

Don't be a country vulture

I believe in late nights and early morning

I believe in good weed and liquor flowing

'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, we're that type

Yes, I believe that all the savage bitches go to heaven

Yes, I believe that all the savage bitches go to heaven

Sounds like a lullaby

Sounds like a lullaby

Sounds like a lullaby

Sounds like a lullaby