Homeboy Sandman, Oh No - Heaven Too lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman, Oh No - Heaven Too lyrics]
Ay yo, the concrete labyrinth
Is keepin' me captive, hyperactive
I saunter through the cold city
No goals for the progeny, approaching me
All types of ghosts play me
All types of close
I wish that I could light some bulbs
Rollin' on my own like
The Elm Street tricyle, my eyes are soaked
Their eyes are stoned, this is ground zero
I woke up twenty hours ago
I walk amongst the thousands, that's always
Left with miles to go
From hovering around limbo
These browns are broke
And tired of browsing bro
I barely got the powers to cope
It's hard to stomach when it grumbles
And it growls are both
It sound nothing like Al Jarreau
But there's a heaven too
Ay yo, the iron horse weary
Influencing how it's passengers think
Can lead em to water but can't make em drink
It get under your skin, make-up, ink
Ain't no lookin' back
What they lookin' at? Make 'em blink
The rise of machines, over
Hombres, chewing bacon, egg and cheese
Just yesterday I learned ABCs
My aching knees
My age increase, I spray Raid and sweep
The carcases away
As officers do raids and sweeps
They say that we were kings and queens
Remind me of the crazy queef sheesh
Blowin' hot air, I wonder if it's not fair
It's always not fair
Whenever someone's not there
They only downstairs
Drawn out without a stencil
My thoughts shape the canvas like a pencil
My art is something simple
Lost in the mental
A big body of work, nothing simple
We build pyramids but they
Keep raiding the temples
I find myself at the cross
Lifted in the middle instrumental
Tryna crack the codes, but it's all riddles
You speak of nizzle
Get your body riddled sentimental (mm)
That's how we send a memo, no subliminals
Spots shut down, they closing they doors
Rarely open, forcing the wars (c'mon)
And it's poor economics keep us dirty
Fuck doin' them chores i'm just a made man
I'm not a maid sweepin' the floors
What we made was a foundation
To creep through the walls
I used to sneak in the store
Stash the heat in the drawers
That was before the tours
Just dealing with my hellish moods
Sometimes it's hard to see that
There's a heaven too
Is keepin' me captive, hyperactive
I saunter through the cold city
No goals for the progeny, approaching me
All types of ghosts play me
All types of close
I wish that I could light some bulbs
Rollin' on my own like
The Elm Street tricyle, my eyes are soaked
Their eyes are stoned, this is ground zero
I woke up twenty hours ago
I walk amongst the thousands, that's always
Left with miles to go
From hovering around limbo
These browns are broke
And tired of browsing bro
I barely got the powers to cope
It's hard to stomach when it grumbles
And it growls are both
It sound nothing like Al Jarreau
But there's a heaven too
Ay yo, the iron horse weary
Influencing how it's passengers think
Can lead em to water but can't make em drink
It get under your skin, make-up, ink
Ain't no lookin' back
What they lookin' at? Make 'em blink
The rise of machines, over
Hombres, chewing bacon, egg and cheese
Just yesterday I learned ABCs
My aching knees
My age increase, I spray Raid and sweep
The carcases away
As officers do raids and sweeps
They say that we were kings and queens
Remind me of the crazy queef sheesh
Blowin' hot air, I wonder if it's not fair
It's always not fair
Whenever someone's not there
They only downstairs
Drawn out without a stencil
My thoughts shape the canvas like a pencil
My art is something simple
Lost in the mental
A big body of work, nothing simple
We build pyramids but they
Keep raiding the temples
I find myself at the cross
Lifted in the middle instrumental
Tryna crack the codes, but it's all riddles
You speak of nizzle
Get your body riddled sentimental (mm)
That's how we send a memo, no subliminals
Spots shut down, they closing they doors
Rarely open, forcing the wars (c'mon)
And it's poor economics keep us dirty
Fuck doin' them chores i'm just a made man
I'm not a maid sweepin' the floors
What we made was a foundation
To creep through the walls
I used to sneak in the store
Stash the heat in the drawers
That was before the tours
Just dealing with my hellish moods
Sometimes it's hard to see that
There's a heaven too