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Sparks Just Got Back From Heaven

I just got back from heaven CHORUS Any destination Makes a great vacation This is something greater by far This time I swear it's the truth, oh, oh I just got back from heaven

baby mamas and them trippin' out Actin' a fool front of my kids Then I got niggas puttin' Drug paraphernalia in my casket A spliff, a picture of me still livin' And a bullet from

favor from your cotton picking neighbor Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor Life savers won't help you when your breaking your back

some do knowledge of seven Praise Jesus and Jah, Buddha, Allah or just Heaven Yeah, and some like it moderate and some like a lot of it Whichever way I go we got

mean Just call me your fiend I'm just a addict for your love I've got to have it all your love I can't let it go, I'll never be clean You can just call

my Smif-N-Wessun A .357, cold bobbin' off 11 It puts you in hell, or it could place you up in heaven You lookin' for trouble, then it's trouble I spark

me Kracker just be fuckin' up spots like bleach Worst in my division I got bitches on file From the Mississippi river on back to Belle Isle I got style but it doesn't show I got

? I got a girl in every city from here to Peru. When I left you, I signed my name on your left boob now go get that tattoed, I'll be back soon. Don't

hell but make it sound like heaven well Seven,six,five,four,three,two,one Jd-what the deal is? lemme get some How many occasions,you and your liasons Can't fuck with this phenomenon,division,separated from