Correction Lyrics Made In Heaven (Pucci) by None Like Joshua

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Seconds before I send you up to heaven
Spillin your guts for your sins at confession
You gon remember these words as a lesson
That’s burned to your memory like CD collections
This is your destiny, time to accept it
Clock is ticking, only I can reset it
I see your past like your diary in possеssion
Let you write your final entry as a blеssing
Bet you would gladly sin too
From all your daddy issues
That’s why they call me Father
I turn a baddy into
A ghost, threads are unraveling with you
I have a theory for strings I will pull
Sentencing you to a life in prison soon
Then you can stare at the infinite moons
Here I go again like whitesnake
Skin is shedding for old times’ sake
That’s gravity, so don’t fight fate
Sh*t’s gettin heavy, you lightweight
Counting down till my prime shape
Closer to God like a flight in space
Our world ain’t perfect, so I’ll erase
This universe till your mind’s blank
This world will become mine
Made in heaven, divine
Stay a prisoner of time
In the name of God, you die
This world will become mine
Made in heaven, divine
Stay a prisoner of time
In the name of God, you die

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Times you seein the sun up and sun down
My power rains down like a plague comin from clouds
That weather report is a liar, so trust now
That Pucci gang Pucci gang pumpin your blood till it flood out
The holy trinity will smite those with some doubt
You know that God and Dio and I are the one now
Just look at the sky, you can see I’m Heaven-bound
I stand on the moon, tell em how

I just came in from a distance, I’m what you get when you mix Orochi with a saibamen
To destruction I’m addicted, ain't talking drugs but I’d get you lifted like a vicodin
A to the B to the C to the moon, bringing em doom
It could be jolyne or Hermes or Foo Fighters, guess I’ll be cleaning house without a broom
Yea yea, stand in the way of my user, be ready to meet your demise
Yea yea, altering gravity, it’s a calamity, you’re outta time
Nowhere to go you won’t feel safe, run up on me that’s a mistake
Chaos I raise it cause father created a demon that’s leaving em DOA
Standing so tall because heaven’s further
Planning your fall like you’ve written murder
Can we restart like the internet won’t work or
I’m banning you all as a Christian server
Crosses inside of my eyes make
Closer to God like a flight on Space X
Our world ain’t perfect, so I’ll erase
This universe till your mind’s blank

This world will become mine
Made in heaven, divine
Stay a prisoner of time
In the name of God, you die
This world will become mine
Made in heaven, divine
Stay a prisoner of time
In the name of God, you die

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