Only Heaven (feat. Roots Manuva)

Only heaven

Can never save me

Send a mighty angel down, before I end up in this ground

Only heaven

Can never save me

Feels like hell out on these streets

I need you more than you need me

Only heaven

Can never save me

Only heaven

Can never save me

Molotov quality, cause, and controversy

Oh, it's so odd to see

Oh, it's so novelty

So, we send love to the French

To excuse my French

I'm so spent with this hard hard currency

Currently running through my veins

Most rancid

The ever active

Non play acted

Race card, did abuse on my black skin

They don't wanna hear 'bout

Poor me, poor me

So I laced the lines and what the scorn did

With twisted looking philosophical view

Here's what we gonna do

With much regard to

The poet with the license, the senses enlightened

Just the type to come and entice things

With raw brute force, drawn from the infinite

The raw brute force, born of the infinite

Infinite we, infinite free

Only heaven

Can never save me

Send a mighty angel down, before I end up in this ground

Only heaven

Can never save me

Feels like hell out on these streets

I need you more than you need me

Only heaven

Can never save me

Only heaven

Can never save me

Off on a tangent

Crazy with that bandwidth

We cannot stand it

We're looking for the standing

We're upstanding, but here with more standards

Their innovations, they sent from the godly

Downtown filled with jazz

With my bad bill

And just because he, walks with the Hold Ghost

It really don't mean he won't put a hole in those

Tough talk don't mean a heap sit but

I've seen the tough time

I've seen some mean shit now

Nowadays, up keen to work the angles

The devil works from each and every angle

And as the angle sets, it entangles

Bear into mind

That we corrupt the energy

Replenish the cheap and move more freely

Rejoicing in the voice

Rejoicing in the freedom

Rejoicing in the voice

Rejoicing in the freeness