Close to Heaven ft. John-Patrick Lyrics

Rheumatoid arthritis

For my writing

And a lighter for my sinuses

Cranberry vodka

And sprite made my night

Made for nights like this

Let's try to see how far heaven is

Let's go

And I've been dealing with it

For a little minute

With a minute left

To come to a decision

Got no minutes left

To use on dumb decisions

Only time to use precision

I'm good

Felt way too distant

Lost inside my repetition

Had to find the definition

For the life that I was living

Like is it right

Or should I pray for my repentance

I'm shook

Put palms together

Stitched and said an honest prayer

To the one I call Creator

Heaven knows if he gone give

Game to a player

Or I gotta be a waiter

Serve up

Pushing packs

Like I was running on a track

I tracked my future

Like the world was waiting on me

To react

Too many demons on my back

But through the pressure

Never cracked

We up

How do I write my wrongs

How do I change my wrongs

If I've been doing it so long

How do I change my mind

So I don't put you in a song

When I see you singing along

I'm chilling check on my phone

I check when I'm not alone

I check when I'm not at home

I check on you

Cause I know that

You not gone check on your own

I know that you gone miss me

When I'm gone

But it's funny I've been gone all along

With my

Rheumatoid arthritis

For my writing

And a lighter for my sinuses

Cranberry vodka

And sprite made my night

Made for nights like this

Let's try to see how far heaven is

Let's go

You gone miss me when I'm gone

You gone miss me

You gone miss me

Wow

I never thought that I'd be a teacher

And even though I like to talk

I never thought that

I'd be a preacher

Said you a beast

But I'm a different creature

Cause I be tryna win the games

Even when I'm standing in the bleachers

And if I never do another feature

Then I'm a go hard with this last rep

Factor in the bars

And it gets harder than a math test

Life is an exam

That I'm happy I haven't passed yet

Couldn't stop the tears

When I put flowers in his casket

Talent from God

But Jesus gave me his passion

Spirit gave the vision

And I just added the action

I cannot be acting and capping

If someone in the family falls

Then we springing into action

Some of you getting used to relaxing

We been getting colder than the winters

In Alaska

I cannot let money be my master

Same time I can't be a slacker

I cannot go ghost on this girl

Like it was Casper

I'm a rap about what's real

Until the rapture and after

And after and after and after

And after and after and after

I had people in my life

That didn't influence me right

And put a back into my knife

I mean a knife into the back of me

I'm just tryna do the purpose

That the Lord has for me

Like the Titans

You don't wanna clash with me

Actually

Rheumatoid arthritis

For my writing

And a lighter for my sinuses

Cranberry vodka

And sprite made my night

Made for nights like this

Let's try to see how far heaven is

Let's go