This could be heaven This could be heaven This could be heaven for everyone Could be heaven for everyone For everyone In these days of cool reflection (reflection) You come to me and everything seems alright In these days of cold affections You sit by me

Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man And learned to use my hands for protection In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples And

And you're a rocket queen I might be a little young but honey I ain't naive Here I am and you're a rocket queen oh yeah I might be too much But honey you're a bit obscene I've seen everything imaginable Pass before these eyes I've had everything that's

I've got to break free I want to break free I want to break free from your lies You're so self satisfied I don't need you God knows, God knows I want to break free I've fallen in love I've fallen in love for the first time And this time I know it's for

Then your friends will all go green What a life it would be If you would come to mine for tea I'll pick you up at half past three We'll have lasagna I'll treat you like a Queen I'll give you strawberries and cream These could be the best days of our

Oh, oh, baby She don't know what she doin' to me, I Love the way that you dance, and honey, I've got a question Baby, would you be my queen I know she's the one for me in that room I got a call from my baby, said she fed up with me Said she's found

Get back, she's a bad motherfucker Fall back, she'll put you in your place Turn back if you know what's good for you Don't , it's a part of the chase What! What! Fuck yeah, let's go! Bad bitch stunna always down to ride She's the first one taking shots

La la, di da da da dum Sing us a song tonight Oh, la la la, di da da Sing us a song you're the piano man Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old

And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy) This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King, Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (my box Chevy) My rims are super clean, paint job that glitters and

Who wants to live forever? Forever is our today There's no time for us There's no place for us What is this thing that builds our dreams Yet slips away from us? There's no chance for us It's all decided for us This world has only one