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Make the nastiest beat and I won't rhyme dirty
You won't find wordier lines than mine, surely
Divine purpose to dance to, it's my journey
I might be in the club, but it might be nine thirty
And it's all love to you ladies who try and hurt me
'cause it's all love when anyone thinks I'm worthy of that
Small love, I wanna arrive early
In the arms of the one I serve, you guys heard me up in h
Got the cheek down now, turn the other page
Coming with a beat, loud, burners in a cage
Got a handle on it, the fans'll flaunt it
To take Andrew's sonnets a place scandalous
Box the wisdom spit, can the vomit
Kids just can't quench this brand of comets
Come away
A pleasure painted in the ivory
Summer days
I see you on the other side of me
Adonai, shadow from the heat
Glad to follow these vast
And rad doctrines we've had
Just passed on from the past
Free all of me, majesty, honor, everlasting light
Uncorruptible lord god
The colony's crashed
Mad geology in columns to disprove
What in the true spirit we all believe
And sadly quality of life clad with small deceits
Adds idolatry to the mixed bad theology
View a people set aside
We hide through the defiance of pride
It's ludicrous but a brood of vipers won't abide
To the lion of the tribe of Judah
Angry that a worm chewed the vine
But cities get chances to find the answers
You can be the branches stretching out across the sky
Until it's rolled up like a scroll
We wait for a city made of gold in the bitter breeze, cold
The starry host fall like withered leaves
Rigged by the same holiest hand who shrivelled these figs
The liturgy makes me all jittery
Man, if I don't get freedom I want liberty
Heaven was written by Andrew Huang.
Heaven was produced by Andrew Huang.
Andrew Huang released Heaven on Mon Apr 30 2012.