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toke wright - stairway to heaven lyrics

verse 1:
this path that i took made me take many steps
but i kept getting better and rising from death (ha)
as i gained a new life and i took my first breath
i can’t settle for less. i’m not about to rest
even if i got strep. it’s not to impress
i got much to do and i’m dealing with stress
imagine just feeling like you were the best
and then realizing pride is what makes you a mess (agh)
wooh, i don’t want to take the lazy route
too many spend their days amazed just by laying down
i know i’m nothing. i’m just dirt. you can take the crown (yeah)
i was stuck in my ways. now i’m breaking out
so why would i go take the elevator if you don’t know when it drops
(psh) i’m a slave for who reigns
but i don’t got the chains
i’m just praising my god (let’s go)
every move is on the incline when you’re dealing with the truth (true)
and believe when my spit shine i don’t even get the boot (ha)
it’s a narrow path. no one’s talking to me
i’m not walking with sheep
take the gold metal
i’m just a soul rebel
new levels are all that i preach. peace
(ha) wait, you know that i flow like the guianese (let’s go)
people act like they never saw a guy on knees (man)
for jesus i’m in dire need
oh, how the irony
could praise all day. you’d think that i have iron knees (get it)
barely started. people already changing expressions (yeah)
exchanging impressions
like i’m a strange alien essence
the fame you claim is severely severed
you were indebted to the debtor (oo, oo, oo, oo)
on the better hills of beverly
rest in peace
wait, wait this ain’t my usual
they like, that boy is soon to go (haha)
back to that fast stupid flow (chea)
but no, i got room to grow
either way i rap is booming bro
(that’s right, that’s right, that’s right, that’s right, that’s right)
and even if i’m on that country
you won’t take it from me
i be stunting
and you better not be bummy
i’m expecting funerals
’cause any genre suitable for losing throats
oh, i thought that you would know (hm)
i’m murking all these demons when pursuing goals
god who i do it for (that’s right)
they ain’t ready for what god about to do (nah, nah)
they ain’t ready for that god about to do (nah)
i know you feel it coming
hear the spirit humming
something is changing (yah)
and i know he stay coming through
coming for you
bruh, his love is so crazy (you)
i don’t care what they thinking of me. lifting my hands to this. worship you all day (yah)
praising you in the car. worship alone at my house in the hallway
(wooh) you get the glory
god, you get the glory
i am unworthy
i thank you for mercy and grace and i’m serving you always (always)
i pray that my songs are not spirit led (yeah)
i don’t care if they don’t say they feeling it (nope)
the stairway to heaven. the stairway to heaven
no more sitting
no more submission to anything other than godhead. we risen
(yah) i am a dirty rag
i’m sure you heard of that (huh)
my life was pretty bad (what)
death. i considered that (yeah)
toe tied, but god came around
(wooh) popping tags

hook:
the stairway to heaven (the stairway to heaven)
the stairway to heaven (the stairway to heaven)
the stairway to heaven
the stairway to heaven (what)
the stairway to heaven (what, what, yeah)
the stairway to heaven (uh)
the stairway to heaven (the stairway to heaven)
the stairway to heaven
the stairway to heaven
the stairway to heaven (wooh, wooh, yeah)
the stairway to heaven (huh)
the stairway to heaven (what)
the stairway to heaven
the stairway to heaven
the stairway to heaven (yeah, yeah)

verse 2:
[chris dean]
uh, i don’t talk about it
i just be about it
they talkin junk to the boy
lately i been living by my lonely
ain’t no homies
what y’all really want from the boy
i been rocking out with toke and walking on
the stairway to heaven i swear that we on
yeah, dog, i’m in it for the long run
it’s al queda. spitting bombs
uh, i’m making it. making it
i got no time to faking it
i’m only scratching the surface, but certainly scratching the paint off the top. let them come see my fingertips
uh, they don’t want to cook the loaf, but want a piece of bread when it come out the oven
miss me with it. no discussion
grinding with zay. that’s the homie. swear that he my cousin
take a couple songs and go across the globe
i’ll by my wife a cribby. turn it to a home
y’all really talk a lot and sit up on the phone
when i’ve been mountain climbing. my fingers are bones
look, raw from the top and i’m 18
they writing me off while i’m writing
and they really hate me ’cause they ain’t me
but i’ve been flowing colder than the ac
turning into everything that everybody always said i wouldn’t be
but i been tryna work it
i been trying to live it
i been trying to get it
get it
everything i do is god. don’t you get it twisted
i might get it twisted up
with the switch up
i don’t want to end up running circles. i might get stuck
everything that god let me drop imma pick up
and imma come up
and run up
and take back everything that satan took like a stick up
everybody want to see me fall into the bottom
of the bottom. but i’ve been going full throttle
i’m trying to just honor the god of the (?)
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah. i’m done toke. i’m done toke. that’s it, bro. i’m running out of breath, bro. that’s all, uh, that’s all i can give you right now, bro. ha. peace

tok3n, what’s hannin’? it’s recklezz. long time no talk to you, man. i was jus-i seen you on the ‘book so i thought i’d hit you up, you know? think about the past and s—. how we used to freestyle and do lil mini cyphers and s— and now we actually dropping hits and in the studio every day working. you know, i’m glad. i’m glad we made it

aye, whaddup toke. it’s ya love, man. you know i had to tap in one time. i was just thinking about some stuff the other day. aye, remember that time we used to get into it with them guys at the mall and we had to let them know what time it was? remember that time you threw up in my momma crib. it’s some nasty stuff. yeah, a lot of good memories back then man. aye, look, i gotta spin. imma holla at you next time, alright? later

yo, tok3n. what’s good, family? it’s bonez, man. just sitting here. reminiscing ’bout the old s— we used to do, man. yo, bruh, you remember that time we did that s— by big lots, bro? or that time your mom dukes picked me up when i was walking, went down redbug with the thang on me. man, bruh, i owe y’all a lot for that s—, man. it’s funny how life brought us doing all that wild s—, man, to this. you know what i mean? was good seeing you in traffic, fam. keep pushing with that music s—, man

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