Heaven (feat. Yelawolf)

I wrote this song on mushrooms, I'm get all fucked up It's like I'm hidden below (?), it's like paradise, it feels so great Have you ever been to outer space? Tour bus living liquor bottles all over, no counter space Evaluate the life but the future's hard to calculate (Calculate) Pissed off, but you gotta look at everybody putting on a smiley face Have you seen a sunshine in the cloudy day You light the over cash you really hope with that Could you light the darkness that comforts you Like-like-like-like-like a compass do Buzzer 'em like you just-just flew up the zoo Higher than a middle school kid huffing glue Suckin' helium gum mouth from dark balloon Vick's vapor rub sticks, we snort for fun Knowing that the real shit is coming soon You could wind a song or two I heard it backwards Wishing close my eyes and saw the blackbirds Eating on a dead raccoon Starting to think I'm bad when I was scared to say bad words And for the internet making up Facebook passwords I see Casper slow in my room When I pray I guess she come down and bring F words People kill deal for the antlers I didn't really wanna pet one I didn't really wanna let one live Or some futuristic shit like the Jetsons Yes man floating on my home boy, step on Fitting to my pops all that cause election Take a step and I drip in the death of my headphone Singing on the floor in the restroom get some Looking at the world with my eye lids shut We give it all to live but when we die then what My eyes electrifying like the lightning struck I look up in the sky and hope that I gettin' up In heaven, heaven You motherfuckers, hey Hey, pass me the squigy (Somebody threw up) I'm about sick of you and Newport doin' coke (My buzz) A'ight, Newport ain't doin' coke but (You are) and (So far) You done brought 2 hoes backstage (That look like Sammy Hagar) You told me 3 hoes was deal cause they was (Headbanging) Or you could be certain that the meat curtains (Was hanging) Hey let me get another shot of jack (FUCK YOU!) What?! Oh you drank it all (FUCK YOU!) Fuck it where's the Canadian mist Now I'm on some plastic bottle drinking shit And my tour manager's looking for somewhere to sink his dick (Brooklyn!) Represent, represent-sent Tribe called meth, represent, represent-sent The bottle ain't girl for queen queen Two bottles of ways to swim badadduuu duduuu And I mean that from the bottom of my nuts 3 more shots of moonshine I do fine, I