Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song O Heaven, artist - Blu & Exile. Album song Give Me My Flowers While I Can Still Smell Them Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Record label: Dirty Science
Song language: English
O Heaven |
O Heaven, how can I forget you? |
Rose to the occasion, one day, pluck your petals |
Store something precious up in the way I left you |
But no matter what’s changed, sustain, be the best you |
The rest grew restless as cousins sleep |
Went in peace, but the search wasn’t deep |
I invested my week to see a brighter Monday morn, but |
Woke up on Tuesday in the same uniform (damn!) |
And through it all I try not to do you wrong |
As I have in the past, rapping other love songs |
But its kinda hard building lust when the trust gone |
Money was the object of affection, they ain’t want y’all |
Should’ve gone with my first love |
Maybe moved out to? |
and wrote books in cursive |
Learned a little French and do the film I’ve been tryna make |
Translate the feeling I was feeling at my modern-day |
Took a break with the wiz, gave the rhymes a break |
Busted hard enough to make the condom break |
No seeds, no sticks, no stems |
Old gems found crumbled by the bubble-goose Timbs |
I get here to hems and acquire from the pews well |
Mom sat listening to Sunday’s blues |
And I stuffed penny loafers that I stuffed a nickle into |
All-white Easter suit that won’t fit you |
Sent through Heaven to Hell to send dreams of |
Places once dwelled, but I feel for the green stuff. |
Swore I could fly back and say hi again |
But my money just no good, I needed time to spend |
Brought me back to my youth when I was grindin |
With no loot, book full of rhymes with the gold tooth |
With the scripture engraved over a picture of the days |
When I dreamt to be a richer? |
From the picture to the glass house |
Built for? |
to remember the soul once numbered: gone |
Gotta find it in her, and we happily concur |
Ever after, one blur |
Marry matching, one word: love |
Crumpled in notebooks you never saw |
A little thoughts and yada-yada, drama side |
Traumatized by fallin of in the water |
Which was softer than the ground-level |
Found? |
daisies without petals — how special? |
All loving, how could I forget you? |
My dedication to the music |