Deem Spencer - the kids are listening Lyrics

Fightin for a nice slice of heaven
Delightful and light like a feather
To die for, to hide from, to have up
Blindfolded, I sight the heaven

Fightin for a nice slice of heaven
Delightful and light like a feather
To die for, to hide from, to have up
Blindfolded, I sight the heaven

It's time for that look in
Converse all star
Stomp around Brooklyn
I done worked hard, it's much harder not working
Everyone that is not God is not perfect

I am not God
I'm tryna iron out verses
Kinda proud that I'm not crying out worse shit
Sayonara to our ire
Won't miss it
Signing off, I been on fire on this shit
On and on, fire
I saw the fire cursin'
Mortified, hurt
I sort it vice versa
I'm finally that person
All along I been on line
To die first but
I realize I could shine light on our purpose

Tonight was a nice night to bend up
The vice of the night lights the friend up
And right when the heights spike, they'll end up
Insightful and bright like the window

Fightin for a nice slice of heaven
Delightful and light like a feather
To die for, to hide from, to have up
Blindfolded, I sight the heaven

Fightin for a nice slice of heaven
Delightful and light like a feather
To die for, to hide from, to have up
Blindfolded, I sight the heaven

This is for the kids
Mystical and busy
Wishing for the independence of the sands
Whooshing in the winds
Pissin on the enemy
Wishing for a family, wishing for a friend
This is for the friends, with ya from the head
Big bliss is for the ignant
Stickin to your ribs
I'm looking for my twin
This is f*ckin heavy
Every couple year, we dis-a-f*ckin-ppear

Finally, the stars out
All for me
God see the signs, our rosary
My peace of mind writes songs for me
Remind me to not sound so facetious

I believe life is like a land conquered by the man
Occupy them and this
I could probably count our hands the amount of magnets
Dragging us down to our knees in our madness

Fightin for a nice slice of heaven
Delightful and light like a feather
To die for, to hide from, to have up
Blindfolded, I sight the heaven

Fightin for a nice slice of heaven
Delightful and light like a feather
To die for, to hide from, to have up
Blindfolded, I sight the heaven