WB Music - Heaven lyrics

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WB Music - Heaven lyrics

[Produced by J-Roc, The Dream & Timbaland] [Hook: Justin Timberlake] Have you ever been to heaven? Have you ever seen the gates? Have you bowed unto your highness? And do you know how heaven taste? Knock me down [Verse 1] Arm, leg, leg, arm, head – this is God body Knowledge, wisdom, freedom, understanding, we just want our equality Food, clothing, shelter, help a n***a find some peace Happiness for a gangsta, ain't no love in these streets Conspiracy theorist screaming Illuminati They can't believe this much sk** is in the human body He's 6'2", how the f** he fit in a new Bugatti? Aw, f** it, you got me Question religion, question it all Question existence until them questions are solved Meanwhile this heretic, I be out in Marrakesh Morocco smoking hashish with my fellowship Y'all dwell on devil sh**, I'm in a Diablo Yellow sh**, color of Jell-O sh** Hello b**h, it's me again Fresh in my Easter clothes feeling like Jesus and [Hook] [Bridge: Jay-Z] That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight Losing my religion, losing my religion [Verse 2] Getting ghost in the Ghost, can you see me? Can you see me? Have mercy on a Judas, angel wings on a 'ghini I'm secular, tell the hecklers seckle down Y'all religion creates division like my Maybach partition And God is my chauffeur, boy they love Hova From the south side of Chi to Brooklyn where I growed up I confess, God in the flesh Live among the serpents, turn arenas into churches I'm like Michael, recycle, these are not 16's These are verses from the Bible Tell that preacher he's a preacher, I'm a mothaf**in' prophet Smoke a tree of knowledge, drink from a gold chalice You gotta love it, I arrive at the pearly gates I had luggage, meaning I had baggage n***as asking me questions, I don't answer to these busters Only God could judge us, mothaf**as, uh [Hook] [Outro: Justin Timberlake] Heaven or Hell, the cards we been dealt Are the cards that we play, play, play Die for what you believe, only one god recedes When the shots spray, spray, spray