Testo Heaven In Hell - Hassan
Testo della canzone Heaven In Hell (Hassan), tratta dall'album Mesopotamia
And the wa-
And the wasp
I like the way they lit this up, I'm feeling right at home
A couple strippers and they dressed up like the fucking Pope
I'm trying to walk on water so I'm getting off the boat
The Devil wears Prada, that's what's on my fucking coat
Maison Margiela sneaker tops
A couple drug dealers sneaker boxing crooked cops
I got the keys back, resurrect me, Lord
It's up on eBay, got to pay your tithes and more
Buy back a piece of love, buy back a piece of love
You can buy your sins back if you got the funds
Man, this shit is fun, screaming from the top of lungs
She give the best head like she be speaking in tongues
I was fine, I was there
I was fine, I was there
I was fine, I was there
I was fine, I was there
I was fine, I was there
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm down here, only the good ones make it up there
Making Hell great again is what I fear
I trump the idea of climbing up this incline
That's a long way up, but there's no such thing as time
That's irrelevant to revelations on my scribe
In the middle of Egypt, we still bumping Tribe
Gatekeepers keep it underneath they left paw
It could be right under your nose, but I sphinx, nah
I'm the type to embody all the seven sins
And maybe Jesus and Lucifer are kin, yeah
We spent an arm and a leg for that Phillip Lim
Angel of light and she singing you the sweetest hymn
I need a bail out like I'm pseudo Christian
Blood at the bottom, it's like I'm Red Sea splitting
We burnt the bridges down, but at least it lights the way
There's a fork in the road, fuck it, we going straight
Uh huh
I asked a girl to fix me up, now I'm gone off that pixie dust
Caught up in the rapture, lust
Why did I take her, bake her, need her, Bonita Applebum
Can I have some more of that plum, that peach?
That week was one to remember
You left your doors open, what room have I entered?
The sinner with no conscience, being honest
I can't abolish being a slave to her rhythm
Her rock, her roll, her soul, her
Stroll, her hold, her touch, her lust
Her energy is stitched to my memory
I'm under the act, under her spell
Her Hell felt like Heaven, revving my desires
How does she light that fire?
She got me caught in a high, can't forget
I'm lit, I need a hit of that sweetness, that deepness
The deep end, I'm deep in, I'm tweaking every weekend
I'm weak in the knees
I got to please her, no signs of amnesia
I can't escape that feeling, it's healing, hurting, haunting
Leaves me wanting to feed this addiction
I'm twitching, losing my religion just to get her in new positions
Locations, I'm pacing, waiting
I'm losing my mind trying to find time, space
Trying to erase her trance, her web, unravel her lasso
Her potion, her motion, her magic, her sex, her hex
Damn, why can't I forget?
Why can't I forget?
Why can't I forget?
Why?
Why?
Credits
Writer(s): Thorsten Broetzmann, Ivo Moring, Charlie Mason, Jennifer Haben
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