Fightin' for a nice slice of heaven
Delightful and light like a feather
To die for, to hide from, to have up
Blindfolded, I sight the heaven
Fightin' for a nice slice of heaven
Delightful and light like a feather
To die for, to hide from, to have up
Blindfolded, I sight the heaven
It's time for that look-in
Converse All Star, stomp around Brooklyn
I done worked hard, it's much harder not working
Everyone that is not God is not perfect
I am not God, I'm tryna iron out verses
Kinda proud that I'm not crying out worse shit
Sayonara to our ire, won't miss it
Signing off, I been on fire on this shit
On and on, fire, I saw the fire cursing
Mortified, hurt, I sort it vice versa
Finally that person
All along, I been on line to die first, but
I realize I could shine light on our purpose
Tonight was a nice night to bend up
The vice of the night lights the friend up
And right when the heights spike, they'll end up
Insightful and bright like the window
Fightin' for a nice slice of heaven
Delightful and light like a feather
To die for, to hide from, to have up
Blindfolded, I sight the heaven
Fightin' for a nice slice of heaven
Delightful and light like a feather
To die for, to hide from, to have up
Blindfolded, I sight the heaven
This is for the kids, mystical and busy
Wishing for the independence of the sands
Whooshing in the winds, pissing on the enemy
Wishing for a family, wishing for a friend
This is for the friends with you from the head
Big bliss is for the ignant, sticking to your ribs
I'm looking for my twin, this is fucking heavy
Every couple year, we disa-fucking-ppear
Finally, the stars out, all for me
God see the signs, our rosary
My peace of mind writes songs for me
Remind me to not sound so facetious
I believe life is like a land
Conquered by the man
Occupy them and this
I could probably count on our hands the amount of magnets
Dragging us down to our knees in our madness
Fightin' for a nice slice of heaven
Delightful and light like a feather
To die for, to hide from, to have up
Blindfolded, I sight the heaven
Fightin' for a nice slice of heaven
Delightful and light like a feather
To die for, to hide from, to have up
Blindfolded, I sight the heaven
Hi, good day, this is restaurant
We're calling to tell you we don't have your
We're calling to tell you we don't have ginger beer
But we do have lemon ginger
So I was calling to find out if you wanted that
So I'm, I'm gonna send it to you as I'm not getting you
Alright, have a great day, thank you, bye
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