'll want the best, well, I'm right here You looking for competition, ain't no one near Ya'll in the stands dissin', kickin' dirt and missin' My heavenly
' What you need is a lover Someone to take over Oh baby don't look any further Strange when you think of our chances That we'be both been in a state
s how you man can preceed we'll let you go With so many mistakes to ignorant to know That it was you behold to row my own boat row That hard to stat,
a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state Magnificent, heavenly
state of fright Shoving my dick through her open throat Orgasmic mixture of gas and blood Orgasmic mixture of gas and blood Blood! $4 Bitch disfigurement Heavenly
the fuck up) '98, it's ours Ay yo, ay yo, regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm sprewell Golden state
ones rock It's all wrong [Chorus (w/ ad-libs from Big Boi)] [Verse Two: Big Boi] Look up, up and I pray Channeling that heavenly energy, There's plenty
more deranged Feels more strange Follow me through gravel and shallow trees From mountains to flat plain, to thunder and black rain Through the dream state
you were made to shine Single motherhood ain't easy, but you keep your state of mind A special friend to me, your ebony shell is heavenly Your pedigree
[Maestro] A special friend to me, your ebony shell is heavenly Single motherhood ain't easy, but you keep your state of mind To make a flyer
, graf DJ and break Take a minute, now listen and dissect the intuition More than ear candy but yo, I dwell in submission To Heavenly powers, hours on
a lover Someone to take over Oh, girl Don't look any further And it's strange When you think of the chances That we've both been in a state of
', straight echoes through the building Enemies efforts are foreseen in the mental I make steel wrinkle at the blink of a eye Terminate, unrighteous conscious states
Chorus: (??????) Ya Boy: Cocaine Heavenly Pushing & Peddling Money in the bank make dem bitches jump in the bed wit me Diamonds on my neck got me glowin
would aspire towards States of disturbed emotions And never need to mirror off Like shadows of a greater joy While moralist angels repare Their heavenly
Heavenly sound swings my body gently Between waking and sleeping I try to find peace Strength and alleviation, necessary in the struggle, Feed lips that
the last times I pull a spark of shining light out of the glorious fate Create the lyric arsenals that verbal warriors make Escape hell temporarily Merrily vibes carry me to heavenly states
hide as there is no shelter from this terminal ride hear the heavenly choir from the vicious sky no believe no devotion you are doomed to die feel the heavenly