"HEAVEN KNOWS ME WELL" lyrics
(feat. Malice & Jacob Banks)
[Tobe Nwigwe:]
Oh, run, nigga, run, no Forrest
The horses out, explorin' routes to end you
They say drums ra-pa-pum an informant
But at my call, I'm sure they'll just commend you
The streets is dead, deceased and red
The feast is fed, the sheep is bred for gluttony
The priest misled, my speech is said
To breach ahead and reach your bed uncomfortably
Wake up, nigga, we outside
Raised a little further West than the Southside
Where they might trace your steps and get you outlined
Most you niggas really hoes, Mrs. Doubtfire
Oh, you house niggas, come on outside
It's a house fire, no more starin' out the window like a housefly
With your mouth wide, when it's beef, get this leather, BTA
Word to cowhide while I outcry
[Jacob Banks:]
I spend my winters chasin' the evergreen
I run for freedom far as the eye can see
Heaven knows me well (Heaven knows me well)
Heaven knows me well (Knows me well)
Heaven knows me well
Heaven knows me well (Heaven knows me well)
But I could bring you hell
[Malice:]
Get your name written in the land book of life
Saint and a sinner and they both look alike
Prayed on those that put hope in their pipe
No tattoo tears but we both took a life
Tattoo tears, yellin', "F the police"
'Member Tamir paid debt with his life?
Life ain't a game, keep playin' with the dice
But the house gon' win, then they send it in, ice
Even with a mask, everything plain sight
Doin' everything 'cept listenin' to Christ
Scars like Seal, wear 'em like a stripe
Rose from the dead, how I get to live twice?
Rose in the concrete, livin' my life
Reflect on it all like an episode of Vice
Internet trolls just doin' it for likes
How can I give advice when I ain't even right?
[Jacob Banks:]
I spend my winters chasin' the evergreen
I run for freedom far as the eye can see
Heaven knows me well (Heaven knows me well)
Heaven knows me well (Knows me well)
Heaven knows me well
Heaven knows me well (Heaven knows me well)
But I could bring you hell
It's hard to make it to heaven when you're livin' in hell
Some us do dirt, some us do well
What I cook is the purest, you can tell by the smell
In the land of the livin', so easy to sell
Oh, run, nigga, run, no Forrest
The horses out, explorin' routes to end you
They say drums ra-pa-pum an informant
But at my call, I'm sure they'll just commend you
The streets is dead, deceased and red
The feast is fed, the sheep is bred for gluttony
The priest misled, my speech is said
To breach ahead and reach your bed uncomfortably
Wake up, nigga, we outside
Raised a little further West than the Southside
Where they might trace your steps and get you outlined
Most you niggas really hoes, Mrs. Doubtfire
Oh, you house niggas, come on outside
It's a house fire, no more starin' out the window like a housefly
With your mouth wide, when it's beef, get this leather, BTA
Word to cowhide while I outcry
[Jacob Banks:]
I spend my winters chasin' the evergreen
I run for freedom far as the eye can see
Heaven knows me well (Heaven knows me well)
Heaven knows me well (Knows me well)
Heaven knows me well
Heaven knows me well (Heaven knows me well)
But I could bring you hell
[Malice:]
Get your name written in the land book of life
Saint and a sinner and they both look alike
Prayed on those that put hope in their pipe
No tattoo tears but we both took a life
Tattoo tears, yellin', "F the police"
'Member Tamir paid debt with his life?
Life ain't a game, keep playin' with the dice
But the house gon' win, then they send it in, ice
Even with a mask, everything plain sight
Doin' everything 'cept listenin' to Christ
Scars like Seal, wear 'em like a stripe
Rose from the dead, how I get to live twice?
Rose in the concrete, livin' my life
Reflect on it all like an episode of Vice
Internet trolls just doin' it for likes
How can I give advice when I ain't even right?
[Jacob Banks:]
I spend my winters chasin' the evergreen
I run for freedom far as the eye can see
Heaven knows me well (Heaven knows me well)
Heaven knows me well (Knows me well)
Heaven knows me well
Heaven knows me well (Heaven knows me well)
But I could bring you hell
It's hard to make it to heaven when you're livin' in hell
Some us do dirt, some us do well
What I cook is the purest, you can tell by the smell
In the land of the livin', so easy to sell
