Brett Goes to Heaven

Flatline
[Verse 1]
Well shit, guess I’m dead
Was it an OD or a shot to the head
‘Specially I can’t remember although I guess it’s okay
I hope I wasn't torn to shreds and lyin’ on the floor dismembered
I guess I hit that flatline should’ve been more careful that time
I guess there's no going back to life
And now for me the only thing that's left is the afterlife
After this am I now a phantom
Does this mean I can haunt Saybrook and give people tantrums?
Death’s shit is new to me and truthfully I got my hеad in the clouds
Angel looking like clowns
Dеciding if I should go up
Or if I'm goin’ down

Heaven’s Escalator
[Verse 1]
Damn, this shit sounds familiar
The people behind me acting sillier
I sampled Van Halen and im sailing away when I see that stairway
And I’m goin’ be lazy and if I dare say

[Chorus]
I ain't climbing I didn’t bring my inhaler
So I'm saying see ya later as I’m riding heaven’s escalator

[Verse 2]
I’m halfway up and damn I’m tired
I’m ascending and I can hear the choir calling my name like I’m
Famous, Famous Amos, like the cookies that tasted of anus that the cafeteria gave us
Damn
I think I finally see that silver lining

[Chorus]
I ain't climbing I didn’t bring my inhaler
So I'm saying see ya later as I’m riding heaven’s escalator

What’s Up Jesus feat. Greasy G
[Verse 1: Brett on the Beat]
The escalator stopped so this must be heaven
I mean is this really the shit I was told about when I was seven?
I mean I see Stan Lee so this must be the place
But at the same time Escobar here lurking so whoever let him in
Must be a disgrace
I think I can clear it up with the head honcho
Oh shit, what up Jesus
Is he wearing a poncho?

[Verse 2: Greasy G]
What up
Jeez, I’m the O.G. boss
With the [?]
And the voice of Bob Ross
I’m the lord, I'm the savior
I’m the lamb and the Messiah
And if you ever fuck with me I’ll just spit out major fire
Bitch walked on the water and turned water to wine
Stray up from the virgin when God gave her 69
Hoes in my hand ‘cause I can't fuck with women (?)
You make sure you mother fuckers are living without sin

[Interlude: Brett on the Beat]
Ok hol- hold the fuck up
Is that really Gandhi I’m seeing
Wasn’t he a Hindu or some shit?
Like, what the fuck?

[Verse 3: Greasy G (Gandhi)]
Namaste mother fuckers
Its the mother fucking best
Last name Gandhi, first hoe on deck
I’m the forthright mother fucking independant
And although I’m wearing sandals I’ll still get into your pants
Once a believer of the mighty Vishnu
But now know that the Christians work too
But I’m fucking Rosa Parks in the backside now
And if I ever get hungry I’ll just eat a sacred cow

[Interlude 2: Brett on the Beat]
Ok hold up, hold up
Stop- Stop the fucking music
Stop the fucking music
Is that fucking Hitler I see?
Hitler, how did you even get in to heaven

Uh, what the actual fuck
Can- can anyone fucking translate for this bullshit
Like, how did a Nazi straight up get into heaven

[Greasy G (Michael Jackson)]
Yes I can translate for Hitler
He says on his deathbed he just believed in God and now he’s in heaven
Simple as that, man

[Brett on the Beat]
It’s really that simple?

[Greasy G (Michael Jackson)]
Simple as that

Man Gandhi, this that good shit you found
(Gandhi)
Only the best for my homie
Now if you’ll excuse me, I'm going to have a threesome with Hellen Keller and Joan of Arc
Woohoo!
(Greasy G)
Alright, meet you on the flipside, Gandhi
Hey Brett, take it easy

Eulogy
[Verse]
Well, it’s my eulogy and you know me
I ain’t much for words
Here’s a whole fucking speech
Dark hits me and I can't breathe
I keep rappin’ though no one cares
I’m dead in their eyes, to them, and I guess that’s fair
No clue it’s even real
I'm so broken inside I can barely feel
As we begin the sermon my stomach starts churnin’
The pastor keeps talking faster
Lowered into the ground to finally meet my master
But to be honest man my life was so great
But I'll skip the foreplay
I mean my Soundcloud blew up
It got more than 4 plays
Lived with a lot of regrets
All those chances squandered and all those lost bets
As I'm dying it feels like I’m sleeping
Only difference is that I ain't breathing
The reaper told me to scram and hit the road
Trying to lockpick the gates of heaven but I don't know the code
So it's time to go down
Downtown into the ground as I pound inside of my coffin
Scream as loud as a greyhound

Redemption
[Chorus]
It’s my redemption, todays the day
Got into heaven, but hopped the gate
I ain’t goin’ back now, I'm here to stay
I am free now, so now it's time to play

[Verse 1]
Damn, seems like only a couple months ago I was producing ecstasy
Now I'm just sittin’ up here with God sittin’ right here next to me
I’m feelin’ I'm feelin’ right now is the greatest but unlike the [?]
You won’t be able to ever play this like this is my ego
This is my moment
But unlike my spirit it won't be broken because of a bad omen
Still feelin’ a bit nervous right now
‘cause I got some of that tension
But you know I don’t gotta worry no more man
My soul got that redemption

[Chorus]
It’s my redemption, todays the day
Got into heaven, but hopped the gate
I ain’t goin’ back now, I'm here to stay
I am free now, so now it's time to play

It’s my redemption, todays the day
Got into heaven, but hopped the gate
I ain’t goin’ back now, I'm here to stay
I am free now, so now it's time to play

U Turn
[Greasy G (God)]
Excuse me I’m uh
Looking for Brett Bjorkman here

[Brett on the Beat]
Oh hey God, what’s up?

[Greasy G (God)]
Yeah, you’re supposed to be going to hell right now
So uh, tough shit kid

[Brett on the Beat]
Are you serious?
Am I actually going to hell right now

[Greasy G (God)]
Turns out you’re not on the guest list kid so pack your bags

[Brett on the Beat]
You gotta be yankin’ my dick, this can’t be real

[Greasy G (God)]
It is in fact real and I am not yanking your dick

[Brett on the Beat]
Ah fuck me

Oh fuck that did not sound good that did not sound good
Well shit, guess this is the end of Brett Goes to Heaven

Childhood Dreams
[Verse 1]
Like Moses I lead my team to the promised lands
Filled with riches bitches and a sea of fans
No not like the desk type in your office
Or if Michael and Jim are your bosses
I mean a place where your name is known
A place to sleep and a place to call home
The dream is still alive as I close my eyes
Even through your darkness I can see through your lies
Like the serpent you can’t tempt me
I’m incorruptible, it’s just God’s decree
Lord above shows me to lead nurture and feed my bros
They never let me down
Never been abandoned ‘cause they’re always around

[Verse 2]
I ain't no captain, but I'll give you a hook
Get it?
Peter Pan with the childhood storybook
Back when we were all young and didn’t care
Back when reality wasn’t a fuckin’ nightmare
This is the truth that we can’t avoid
‘Cause we all freefallin’ into the void
Tom Petty, this song is gettin’ heavy
This content don’t got you ready
Like boom of the Hindenburg
Back to my childhood, please rest in peace to Hillenburg
I speak my mind and act manly
Even though I’m feeling down please R.I.P. Stan Lee
But I gotta tell the truth and make my dreams a reality
I chop down all hollywood fallacies and make my own path
It can’t be that hard but I do wonder the aftermath
Bring it all the way back to verse 1, my dreams above all, no disrespect to no one
‘Cause I just want to be recognized for my lyrics
I pour everything in, even my spirit
So I walk to the promised land to go find a manager to shake my hand
Not to sell but to air it
I don’t believe in money I believe in sharing

[Verse 3]
Music is a passion I write it myself
Unlike other artists I’m both Santa and the elf
Working hard and projecting too
Projecting my projects out to you
While I’m sittin’ with my boo, oh yeah, she left me
That makes me kind of blue
Slap a band-aid on it to seal that open wound
This song was inspired by Chance’s
But I don't get many chances to show my work to everyone
‘Cause they dont see me like I'm one of their alum
And that's just the hard truth
Listen to my words like I’m talking into your bluetooth
I’m gonna end this song by hangin’ on a cliff
Like Steve in Apple, the world ain’t ready for this