Heaven The band in Heaven that plays my favorite song Play it once again, play it all night long Heaven, Heaven is a place, place where nothing, nothing ever happens Heaven
Översättning: Talking Heads. Heaven.
Good girls go to heaven Good girls go to heaven Maybe when the night will fall Baby, loneliness will call Oh, call me, please call me Oh your dreams will
to town and never will I let you down One look from you and I think I must've gone to heaven now The fact that I'm with Webster is hard enough to get my head
up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots Parkin' Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk Truckin' diamonds and gold Rubberbands around the bankrolls Fly girls to make your head
bowed his head Now I see him every week and every now and then He talks about that night and the peace that came over him Talk about a sign, can I get
you just got to work hard [CHORUS] I'm on flight 187 187 Departure from the hood Destination hell or heaven 187 187 Departure from the hood Destination hell or heaven
on every breath you take Not to be broke, 'cause Coldchain fate witness Natural spittin' from me, [Incomprehensible], field to the limit Head to the menace, loud niggas talking
mob and the men in blue. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? There was talk
and worm both have a claim O, Death O, Death Won't you spare me over til another year My mother came to my bed Placed a cold towel upon my head My head
talks like June, hey, hey But tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way To see the lights all faded And that heaven is
Black man white man jew man ain't no joke Remember when me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch And talk about when we get older now we up against
Yeah, it's those Jersey boys I heard a man say Jesus walks Me, myself I heard Jesus talk 'Cause when I heard this beat I felt Jesus force I heard it
yeah Can't see the light Keep it locked up inside don't talk about it T-t-talk about the weather Yeah yeah yeah Can't see the light Open up my head and
for it I can hear the streets talking, I dare you to reach for it I'm strapped if you look closely you can see the Taurus Hate niggas that keep talking
Hey hey hey, Mr. Hangman Go get your rope Your daughters weren't careful I fear that I am a slippery slope Now even if I lay my head down at night After
Just play the hand that you was dealt You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for
