This is spiritual, under your spell Like an angel, oh, at blow Like a feather, you make me float Magic, or one, or mystery All of you trying to work on me I would surrender myself Holy hell, and heaven high You will open up my eyes Phenomenon, the way

Imminilalo Imminilalo Wrestle with your darkness Angels call your name Can you hear what they are saying Will you ever be the same Staring up into the heavens In this hell that binds your hands Will you sacrifice your comfort Make your way in a foreign

She treats me well Got a woman at home Now I've got a woman at home Well she's alright When everyone is wrong Let's me waste another song Stumble through the years I'll make it heaven, make it hell One day to the next

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes You