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Bad Brains Return To Heaven

lived in a bag, just caught a snag. Pure craven. It's the final call great and small. Our time not theirs we're all aware. Return... to heaven. Grown

in a bag, just caught a snag. Pure craven. It's the final call great and small. Our time not theirs we're all aware. Return... to heaven. Grown up

on my melon, But takin money from bitches and sendin they spirits to heaven. I'm on an all black horse and in an all black cap, My pistols layin bad luck

I just so happen was itI probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats r something Look kike my return

remember you was beggin' on your knees (x2) (Verse 1) I pray to the lord tell him to forgive me for my sins Not a ticket to heaven just for my own born

on my melon, But takin money from bitches and sendin they spirits to heaven. I'm on an all black horse and in an all black cap, My pistols layin bad luck

I just so happen was itI probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats r something Look kike my return