This is a song about "Heavenly"

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Readily she plays my skin flute, heavenly melody

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Steady to sulk heavenly bolts of electrical volts especially on impulse

I'll crucify the good lord and take his heavenly benefits

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

So i know you act right for the heavenly mass// i never believed in yolo// i'm like

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

By this being that is to be describe as a heavenly construct.

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Take a journey through your brain to heavenly gates,

Competitively spit heavily a heavenly entity

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy