Rittz - Heaven lyrics

[Intro: Rittz] I wrote this song on mushrooms, I get all f**ed up It's like an illusion, I throw up, look in the toilet It's like paradise, it felt so great [Verse 1: Rittz] Have you ever been to outer space? Tour bus living liquor bottles all over, no counter space Evaluating 'em I'm like what's the future's hard to calculate (Calculate) Pissed off, but you gotta look at everybody putting on a smiley face Like you seen the sun shinning on a cloudy day You like the overcast you really hope it's that Cause you like the darkness it's comforts you Like-like-like-like-like a compa** do Buzzer 'em like you just-just blew a cazoo Higher than a middle school kid huffing glue s**in' helium out from the balloon Vick's vapor rub sticks, we snort for fun Knowing that the real sh** was coming soon And Stevie Wonder song the tune I heard it backwards (Erus Rof) closed my eyes and saw blackbirds Eating on a dead raccoon Started thinking back when I was scared to say bad words Before for the internet making up Facebook pa**words I see Casper floating in my room When I pray maybe I should come down and pray afterwords People k** deer for their antlers I didn't really wanna pet one I didn't really wanna let one live On some futuristic sh** like a Jetsons Yes man flirting with my home boy's step mom Thumbin' through my pop's old record collection Take a sniff then I drift into depth with my headphones Staying on the floor in the restroom yes I'm [Hook: Rittz] (2X) Looking at the world with my eye lids shut We give it all to live but when we die then what My high's electrifying like the lightning struck I look up in the sky and hope that I end up In heaven, heaven [Verse 2: Yelawolf] You motherf**ers, hey Hey, pa** me the squeegee (Somebody threw up) I'm about sick of you and Newport doin' coke (On my bus) A‘ight, Newport ain't doin' coke but (You are) and (So far) You done brought 2 hoes backstage (The the the Sammy Hagar) You told me 3 hoes was Dio cause they was (Headbanging) Or you could be certain that the meat curtains (Was hanging) Hey let me get another shot of Jack (fu*k YOU!) What?! Oh you drank it all (fu*k YOU!) f** it where's the Canadian mist Now I'm on some plastic bottle drinking sh** 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 [Hook: Rittz & Yelawolf] (2X)