PARANOID HEAVEN

Yeah

Uh, paranoia in my veins, hope this pill take it away

Got a model on my lap, got a demon on delay

Say my name too loud, get erased

(Woo)

Still sin in a Saint Laurent face, it’s lit

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She said heaven’s overrated, I said baby so am I

Told her fuck me like I’m dying, while I’m staring at the sky

I got angels on my necklace, devil dancing in my ride

I’ve been rich but dead inside, baby hold me while I slide

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I keep my wrist like a freezer, my mind like a warzone

I fucked that bitch off tequila, then curved her like ozone

My car look like future tech, my soul look like no home

I came up on codeine dreams, now I talk to ghosts on my phone

(Straight up)

Pop another capsule, time bendin’, feel like Thanos

Shawty in my passenger, twisted like a candle

They say “Jake wildin’,” bitch, I made a mansion outta shambles

My regrets wear makeup, my success got scandals

Yeah, I’m paranoid but paid

One hand on her throat, one hand in the Wraith

I can’t even blink without seein’ my grave

So I keep gettin’ high like I’m hidin’ from fate

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(Hit it, yeah)

Told her bring her best friend and her best sin

Poppin’ seals on feelin’s, I got no sense

Off the shrooms, off the vibes, off the defense

Shorty bounce like checks, but she heaven-sent

Ooh yeah, got a halo in her purse

She gon’ ride me in reverse

She get off, I’m still on Earth

Feelin’ cursed, yeah, still I’m first

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Money long like my dreadlocks

She wanna fuck me with the wristwatch

Told her baby, I don’t do small talk

But I do drugs that make the pain stop

Tat my name on your soul, not your skin

I ain’t normal, baby, I was born in sin

Got the Phantom floatin’ like it’s heaven sent

But I’m ridin’ through hell with a devilish grin, yuh

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She said heaven’s overrated, I said baby so am I

Told her fuck me like I’m dying, while I’m staring at the sky (Straight up)

I got angels on my necklace, devil dancing in my ride

I’ve been rich but dead inside, baby hold me while I slide (Yeah, yeah)

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Fuck the rules, I rewrite scriptures

Pop two tabs, see my own pictures

Fucked her throat, now she talk in whispers

Penthouse view, but my soul’s in winter

Yeah, I bleed in designer

Rolls pull up like a hearse, I recline her

I don’t feel love, I just time her

She addicted to the pain, I supply her

And I’m way too gone, I don’t feel your touch

Got my heart in cuffs, but my wrist still bust

I be prayin’ to the drugs ‘cause I don’t trust God

And she moan my name like I’m all she got

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(Let it ride)

Pop one, pop two, now I’m floatin’

Sex, sin, silence, emotion

I die every night in the open

Just to rise in the dark like I’m chosen

“You a ghost,” she said, “but I want