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Jason Deford
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David Ray Stevens
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Lyrics
Ooh-oh
Ate lunch with the devil, was dancing with death
I'm making the most of the chance I have left
One hand to the sky, one hand on my chest
If you asked if I'm scared, then the answer is yes
I done been up, I done been poor
Not even a dollar, I slept on the floor
A mountain of problems that can't be ignored
I came from the bottom to settle the score
Lord gave me a shot with this music
I promised him no more excuses
I'm trying so hard, you can tell by my scars
That my past has been so damn abusive
It's time I tell you what the truth is
Some days I swear I feel useless
My happiness has been elusive
I had an encounter with Judas
Somewhere in the dark along the line I lost my mind
The old me is a prisoner that's somewhere lost in time
I had family I treated right that tried to take my life
Look at my back and you won't find no room to put another knife
I lost my mind, I got no shame and I keep trying not to cry
Got this ice running through my veins, and I got fire in my eyes
All the things that I've done in the darkness
All the nights that my mind was at war
And down in my soul there's just one thing I know
Heaven ain't a place you go looking for
They all fall down
Just like a house of cards
They all fall down
And heaven ain't a place you go looking for
Hold up, throw me the sack and let's roll up
Been struggling, trying to get sober
Fuck it, pass me the drink and let's pour up
But don't ask what's in my Styrofoam
You can tell the lights are on
But there ain't nobody home
Been smoking that killer shit
You can tell that I'm feeling it
You can tell that I'm really lit
Out of body experience
Back in my zone, back in my bag
Ain't been the same since that happened to dad
I've been barefooted while walking on glass
Surrounded by flames with a can full of gas
Ready for war, put on my armor
I'm doing this for my son and my daughter
As I kneel down at the foot of the Father
Left all my problems right there at the altar
And he washed away every sin
Now I'm back and I'm better than I ever been
I lost my mind, I got no shame and I keep trying not to cry
Got this ice running through my veins, and I got fire in my eyes
All the things that I've done in the darkness
All the nights that my mind was at war
And down in my soul there's just one thing I know
Heaven ain't a place you go looking for
They all fall down
Just like a house of cards
They all fall down
And heaven ain't a place you go looking for
Writer(s): David Ray Stevens, William Jack Fowler, Matthew Eric Wallace, Stuart Stapleton, Eric Flemming, Jason Deford, Bailee Ann Deford
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