No One Deserves This Heaven More Than Me
By: Tyler Ross
Kick all the sound that surrounds my ears
All the distortion trying to interfere
My mind is like a jungle sometimes I suppose
Overcrowded with thoughts trying to keep me low
Persuasion keens in on my days and nights
No need to worry with her by my side
I’ll pick my own lock and open me up
Expose her to my world, nothing to interrupt
I hope she accepts me as the man I am
Without any doubts trying to hold back her hand
Open up her eyes to drill into mine
She would see everything is infinitely fine
Cloud 9 is the status that sets me free
Like a bird, but with archangel wings
Cloud 9 is the status that sets me free
In the loving arms of Gordin is where I want to be
The earth is shaking, but I stand serene
She helps maintain my balance with everything
If perfection were possible, she’d be what you want
The gold is in my hand so flawless I flaunt
Cloud 9 is the status that sets me free
Like a bird, but with archangel wings
Cloud 9 is the status that sets me free
In the loving arms of Gordin is where I want to be
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