Club Heaven by Thraco Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We don’t even know what we are rapping about, oh
Did I realize that I was just another John Doe?
This is so similar to another flow that I’ve heard
Way back when old-school was still relevant to the melanin
Shoutout to Melanie, made for Bill Bellamy
That’s not the type of breakfast that you get at the Tiffanys
Glad that I’ll be mentioning, what is the felony here?
Enemy clarity is my destiny in the density of the rats
Lemme behave, need some positivity in my Kennedy
Ecstasy for the party of a lifetime, clubbing for the loving
Call it the last supping, I’ll be mad if somebody does the drugging
I’ll rather be humming to the melody, last seconds of my oven
The food looks so fucking stunning, led me to the one wing
One wish, hope you hear this and I’ll be your hit
[Hook]
Hit the road Mac, know you never coming back
Rolling in the deep when I was searching for her soul
The only thing I found is her lipstick on the floor
And her number on my mirror, tell her that I miss her
Hit the road Mac, know you never coming back
Rolling in the deep when I was searching for her soul
The only thing I found is her address on my door
And her old man was a sinner, making me her glimmer
[Verse 2]
Honey, could you be so fanny and pass the asparagus
So I hit home with ten pieces of various arrogance
When I hit it like Ray J for the Americans
Make skeletons embarrassments, what are these comparisons
Make me look irrelevant, in a room with twelve angry men
Keep them at the tide, when my wave is at the Kane
Citizen with no name, Nemo looking OJ
If it doesn’t fit, I won’t get another cheesecake
So I put this on replay, feels like a dream date
Like Sinatra, my way, when I do it for state
Chug the beer, no wait, I’ll be late for my lecture in “The Room”
Tommy Wiseau, when I hit her with the D note
Like, does she know about the Nino?
Yeah, she know, but we don’t shoot that in Reno
So I leave that amino acids, Valine
Call her up for Valium, that was way too radium
Turned my world into Pandemonium
My friends be waiting at the gates
And we gonna throw a party in hell for our motherfucking saints
[Hook]
Hit the road Mac, know you never coming back
Rolling in the deep when I was searching for her soul
The only thing I found is her lipstick on the floor
And her number on my mirror, tell her that I miss her
Hit the road Mac, know you never coming back
Rolling in the deep when I was searching for her soul
The only thing I found was her address on my door
And her old man was a sinner, making me her glimmer
[Verse 3]
What’s shaking, bacon, do you wanna be Jamaican?
Later have a “One Dance”, rip it off from your mans
Turned from bluebird to straight arrow
But what do I know, do re mi pazzo
Working for Astro – boy in a master
Piece to the bones and the chicks with the clones
Hit the crossroads when they said I’m phones
But watch the throne when I’ll be dropping it to the zone
You call this traumatic? Who you think is “sarcastic”?
Narcissistic minds made me fill the missing link
And if I turn on Tony, refer me to a shrink
Ah, fuck it, need a drink, bring me seven of the pink
But better doublethink cause I’ll be huffing and puffing it to the end
While you need the pill to be a manic in the sheets
Dramatic as a bee, wait, that’s the wrong movie
Wait - let me remind you why I wear this like an amputee
Hang it like a man on a Judas Tree
Or a star from a motherfucking Christmas tree
As you see, do it all like master keys
Now I say “Good-Bye” cause my time is done
And if I roll again, bring me love or a loaded gun
[Hook]
Hit the road Mac, know you never coming back
Rolling in the deep when I was searching for her soul
The only thing I found is her lipstick on the floor
And her number on my mirror, tell her that I miss her
Hit the road Mac, know you never coming back
Rolling in the deep when I was searching for her soul
The only thing I found was her address on my door
And her old man was a sinner, making me her glimmer
We don’t even know what we are rapping about, oh
Did I realize that I was just another John Doe?
This is so similar to another flow that I’ve heard
Way back when old-school was still relevant to the melanin
Shoutout to Melanie, made for Bill Bellamy
That’s not the type of breakfast that you get at the Tiffanys
Glad that I’ll be mentioning, what is the felony here?
Enemy clarity is my destiny in the density of the rats
Lemme behave, need some positivity in my Kennedy
Ecstasy for the party of a lifetime, clubbing for the loving
Call it the last supping, I’ll be mad if somebody does the drugging
I’ll rather be humming to the melody, last seconds of my oven
The food looks so fucking stunning, led me to the one wing
One wish, hope you hear this and I’ll be your hit
[Hook]
Hit the road Mac, know you never coming back
Rolling in the deep when I was searching for her soul
The only thing I found is her lipstick on the floor
And her number on my mirror, tell her that I miss her
Hit the road Mac, know you never coming back
Rolling in the deep when I was searching for her soul
The only thing I found is her address on my door
And her old man was a sinner, making me her glimmer
[Verse 2]
Honey, could you be so fanny and pass the asparagus
So I hit home with ten pieces of various arrogance
When I hit it like Ray J for the Americans
Make skeletons embarrassments, what are these comparisons
Make me look irrelevant, in a room with twelve angry men
Keep them at the tide, when my wave is at the Kane
Citizen with no name, Nemo looking OJ
If it doesn’t fit, I won’t get another cheesecake
So I put this on replay, feels like a dream date
Like Sinatra, my way, when I do it for state
Chug the beer, no wait, I’ll be late for my lecture in “The Room”
Tommy Wiseau, when I hit her with the D note
Like, does she know about the Nino?
Yeah, she know, but we don’t shoot that in Reno
So I leave that amino acids, Valine
Call her up for Valium, that was way too radium
Turned my world into Pandemonium
My friends be waiting at the gates
And we gonna throw a party in hell for our motherfucking saints
[Hook]
Hit the road Mac, know you never coming back
Rolling in the deep when I was searching for her soul
The only thing I found is her lipstick on the floor
And her number on my mirror, tell her that I miss her
Hit the road Mac, know you never coming back
Rolling in the deep when I was searching for her soul
The only thing I found was her address on my door
And her old man was a sinner, making me her glimmer
[Verse 3]
What’s shaking, bacon, do you wanna be Jamaican?
Later have a “One Dance”, rip it off from your mans
Turned from bluebird to straight arrow
But what do I know, do re mi pazzo
Working for Astro – boy in a master
Piece to the bones and the chicks with the clones
Hit the crossroads when they said I’m phones
But watch the throne when I’ll be dropping it to the zone
You call this traumatic? Who you think is “sarcastic”?
Narcissistic minds made me fill the missing link
And if I turn on Tony, refer me to a shrink
Ah, fuck it, need a drink, bring me seven of the pink
But better doublethink cause I’ll be huffing and puffing it to the end
While you need the pill to be a manic in the sheets
Dramatic as a bee, wait, that’s the wrong movie
Wait - let me remind you why I wear this like an amputee
Hang it like a man on a Judas Tree
Or a star from a motherfucking Christmas tree
As you see, do it all like master keys
Now I say “Good-Bye” cause my time is done
And if I roll again, bring me love or a loaded gun
[Hook]
Hit the road Mac, know you never coming back
Rolling in the deep when I was searching for her soul
The only thing I found is her lipstick on the floor
And her number on my mirror, tell her that I miss her
Hit the road Mac, know you never coming back
Rolling in the deep when I was searching for her soul
The only thing I found was her address on my door
And her old man was a sinner, making me her glimmer