Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heaven Is for Real, artist - Kirk Knight. Date of issue: 29.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Heaven Is for Real |
| I consider myself a storyteller |
| I’m a writer, I’m a producer, I’m an author |
| I’m an actor, I’m a director |
| Let be able to go into these different worlds is very powerful for me |
| So I love to work |
| I don’t know any other way |
| Part of it in the beginning was |
| I was running from poverty |
| I thought |
| Everything’s messed up |
| I don’t know what to do, where to go or look |
| Who I am? |
| Has to be |
| Pure |
| I’ll get it, just patience |
| Work, earn, learning |
| Will he ever see to perceive me as other than pure |
| So check me in God (check me in, check me in) |
| Check me in God |
| To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God |
| Check me in, check me in |
| Check me in God |
| The streets dissect me by the limb |
| Check me in God (check me in, God) |
| To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God |
| Check me in, check me in |
| Give me your soul, give me your beat |
| Give me everything I need just to unleash the beast |
| Darkest angel, but I come in peace |
| I flew over heads, I’m a traveling man |
| One sick motherfucker with a way fare plan |
| To eliminate the feeling of the devil on my shoulders |
| I remain a soldier, starving artist with composure |
| If X marks the spot, give me three X’s |
| Bare strength, hands like I hold them |
| More or less I mold them |
| I even turn my actions into diamonds if I smould 'em |
| Not a Simpson, but finally felt what home is |
| And my spirit needs fine tuning |
| A caveman and I’m finally a Conan |
| Ayo Peter, I’m also a Family Guy |
| So please, would you just let me in the house tonight |
| I know the night is young and a nigga was still taking baby steps |
| Until the light, struck and everything became radiant |
| So check me in God (check me in, check me in) |
| Check me in God |
| To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God |
| Check me in, check me in |
| Check me in God |
| The streets dissect me by the limb |
| Check me in God (check me in, God) |
| To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God |
| Check me in, check me in |
| I’m just pleading for the right, my nigga |
| To walk heaven grasses and be alright, my nigga |
| Narrow my vessel like a Vascular constrictor |
| I’m the agent that was sent from rags to riches |
| To rise in pitches, but life’s hard |
| I could really argue my linguistics of this shit |
| Who really are you to judge a man |
| Tryna make it in this day and age, G |
| Don’t expect silver spoons the way I was raised |
| Tear ducts dried up, some people walk in the rain |
| Others get wet, I show you how to walk with the pain |
| Imperfect world, I’m an angel, the same |
| Same sin that was on Paul trying to make a name |
| Look, now I’m a ghostwriter like I’m Nicolas Cage |
| And the enemies and friends I couldn’t mention a thing |
| I left behind a whole life just to turn a new page |
| Now I’m just trying to show you the ways |
| So check me in God (check me in, check me in) |
| Check me in God |
| To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God |
| Check me in, check me in |
| Check me in God |
| The streets dissect me by the limb |
| Check me in God (check me in, God) |
| To your gates, to your heaven, yo your hymns God |
| Check me in, check me in |
| All you try to lie demands and offerings |
| But it has to be pure, be infinite |
| Like me and me |
| All you try to lie demands and offerings |
| But it has to be pure, be infinite |
| Like me and me |