Ghost In The Sky
š«š· Fenrick
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[Chorus] Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell [Verse 1] Heaven aināt cominā down But Iām coming up From the Underground So if the king plans on staying above the clouds Imma grab a bolt of lightning Pull the thunder down Make the whole damn world wonder how Said Iād be nothing then, and Iām nothing now Last CD, they just chucked it out But this time around, you gon' love the sound You gon' bump it loud Gonna stun the crowd Nah, me and Wolfie donāt fuck around And I know that the nail that sticks out the most gets hit the hardest So Iām ready to take a hammer to the head like a fuckinā shark bitch You made fun of my aspirations to be a rapper, said I was garbage Said that Iād end up a hungry hobo Well I am starving as an artist! An empire, but an army And my heart is, my sergeant Catharsis, from the darkness When Iām marching toward my target And right now my target Is the top of the charts bitch Start a revolution, spark this Fire, spit, lighter fluid like an arsonist Wonder what I look like in my criticsā eyes Tryna minimize my wicked lines Hypnotizing when Iām spittinā rhymes You criticize me? Quit it guy Like youāre on strike, with your picket signs Iām, tearinā heaven out the frickin' sky [Chorus] Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell [Bridge] This passion burning in my soul It leaves a scar It tears a hole Until I feel Iāve left my mark A war is raging in my heart This passion burning in my soul It leaves a scar It tears a hole Until I feel Iāve left my mark A war is raging in my heart [Verse 2] Iām about to bomb it Iām about to bomb it And to be honest Iām on some other shit Nobody else can be on it Givinā a fuck, Iām so far beyond it Iām past it Tired of living this life like Iām plastic Rather be latched in my casket Rather have my eyelashes Close for the last time, while Iām lying on my mattress Iād rather die in my sleep tonight Than live my life in a slumber Iād rather count my blessings And take my chances, than live my life as a number So by the time that Iām six feet under By the time I become dirt My name I swear youāll remember Iām focused on living forever Not in body, but spirit and soul Do you believe in ghosts? Are you hearing these flows? Are you feeling me yo? See cause Iām searing these poems Into your brain, so here it be known No confusion. My music is never a rap tune The words that I speak are permanent On your mind like a tattoo Chorus: Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell Heaven aināt cominā down But I can still raise Hell