Wasted in Heaven

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(Intro – soft, moody autotuned vocals, slightly slurred delivery)

Yeah, yeah…

Said she love me but that sh*t don’t last (Nah)

Diamonds dancin’ like my past—f**ked up, but still flash (Bling)

I ain’t holy, baby, I’m just faded with some class

Put that Henny in my veins, now I’m prayin’ I don’t crash (Skrrt…)

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(Hook – melodic singing, emotional and dreamy)

I’ve been wasted in heaven, f**kin’ with demons in white (White)

She got angel wings tatted, but she sin every night (She bad)

I ain’t savin’ no soul, baby, I’m tryna feel right (Let’s go)

Too much trauma in my cup, I sip it slow just to fight (Pour up)

Oh, I—yeah, yeah—

Told her I ain’t right (I ain’t)

But she still ride like a bike (She do)

Now I’m lost in the lights

God ain’t home, but the vibe’s so bright (So bright!)

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(Verse 1 – sung delivery with attitude, smooth and autotuned)

Penthouse views, we get lit then we fk

She got a man, but she don’t give a fk (At all!)

Tatted up thighs, got coke on her tongue

Say she like pain, told her, “Baby, I’m numb” (Cold)

Yeah, I’m toxic as f**k, and I own it

Heart on ice, baby, I froze it (Ice!)

New whip, no key, I ghost it

Dick so good, had to post it (She did!)

I don’t do love, I do damage (Facts)

Still break hearts, I’m a savage

Flew her to Bali, then vanished

Now she cryin’ in the mansion (Damn…)

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(Bridge – soft falsetto-style delivery, emotionally floating)

If I die tonight, just pour that liquor where I lay (Where I lay)

Put my name in her phone under “runaway” (Runaway)

I don’t pray no more, I just play with fate

Say she need love—I said, “Not today…” (Nah)

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(Hook – repeat, stronger vocal layering, more ad libs)

I’ve been wasted in heaven, f**kin’ with demons in white (White ones)

She got angel wings tatted, but she sin every night (All night)

I ain’t savin’ no soul, baby, I’m tryna feel right (Just vibes)

Too much trauma in my cup, I sip it slow just to fight (Sip sip)

Oh, I—yeah, yeah—

Told her I ain’t right (I’m not!)

But she still ride like a bike (Still do)

Now I’m lost in the lights

God ain’t home, but the vibe’s so bright (Bright bright)

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(Verse 2 – more spoken-word feel, slurred delivery, gritty falsetto at the end)

I’m the reason she don’t call back home

I’m the reason her texts got tones (Beep beep)

Champagne on a torn-down throne

Said she feel like a queen, but she really alone (Alone…)

I just float through the pain like a ghost

Every high come with overdose (Facts)

She want forever, I give her a toast

Then I’m back on the jet like, “Baby, I’m close…” (Psych!)

All these sins, no regrets

No strings, no threats

She bite her lip when I say “yes”

She like pain in a tight black dress (Woo!)

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(Outro – soft harmonized singing, fading with reverb)

No halo, no chains, just vibes… (Just vibes…)

I’m too high for goodbyes…

Wasted in heaven, still alive…

Pour up, girl, let’s ride… (Let’s ride…)

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