Pearly Gates ft. Lu Lyrics

I feel I don't gotta tell you

Tell you that

Issa secret, yeah

I feel I don't gotta tell you

Tell you that

You can keep this

And all I really wanna do

Yeah you know it, baby

Yeah you know it, bae

And all I really wanna do

Is get you to the pearly gates

I can feel that you here for things I can't offer you

But I wanted it and I feel cornered that is the truth

You tell me bout how you want me and I just think it through

Like how the hell did I get here nah

Think it right quick

You don't give chances you on my lip

I could

See my self take a dip

Knowing I should not

We take sips

Out of each other

I think of my mother

And how disappointed she is

I did

Not raise you to become

A loafer giving off tips

I feel I don't gotta tell you

Tell you that

Issa secret

I feel I don't gotta tell you

Tell you that

You can keep this

And all I really wanna do

Yeah you know it, baby

Yeah you know it, bae

And all I really wanna do

Is get you to them pearly gates

Yeeaaah

Your heart pumping while you jump to conclusions

You don't skip a beat like me, rapping all this confusion

Confusing you with my indecision

I'm quite clean when I'm surgical

I see the nerve in you

When I make incisions

To cut you off but you don't allow it

You figured me? At times, I doubt it

So we keep going and I feel cornered

My lack of 'No' issue fair warning

That if I just do this with you

Wonder who next? I can get messy (Messi)

Move into towers and get an eye full (Eiffel Tower)A parasite

(Paris sight) don't you get stressed, see

I was like, holding you up

What can you do when you don't give a

What? I find this advancement ain't advancing

Me and I'm pushing my luck

Get into new positions

Bobby, New Edition

"My Prerogative" really do suck

Feel like an old soul in a young body

From the body count gripping a, (laughs)

I feel I don't gotta tell you

Tell you that

Issa secret.

I feel I don't gotta tell you

Tell you that

You can keep this

And all I really wanna do

Yeah you know it, baby

Yeah you know it, bae

And all I really wanna do

Is get you to them pearly gates

Yeeaaah

Concealed into, intimate intoxicated with intolerance

For accounting purposes of purpose right now

I'm raised and my stock wants to be

Invested into you right now, tseh

Unpacking in a manner that would seem like it's glorification

But let me explain

Art is expressive and if I downplay the factual reality

It's colour coding won't work the same

Because the moods do swing through the different colours

And your brain is able to process them at different frequencies

And that's why what you hear helps you see colour changes

The truth is only as relative as the first one to tell it

No one wants the guys side, not

Because it doesn't matter, but that it's the least interesting

Victim culture is a real thing

The secrets held only protect others

Because if you know I'm beast, you'll try to cast me out

But Exorcisms have previously failed because

I'm the incarnate predator seeking whose dignity to devour

Treat as gourmet and now they are possessed

By my appetite, and so they come back for seconds

Because I don't last seconds

An hour at minimum is wasted on trying become dust