Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find

Simply because you're nervous, let me start up with my conversation.
Hoping my information alleviates the hesitation. 
I can see it clearly now, catch you smiling through you frowns. 
I'm asking baby boo are you down? 
Although I know you heard about my reputation across the nation, 
Mr. I get around, my temptation got me dripping wet. Perspiration,
I'm activated by the moves you making.
baby why you faking, strip naked- get to love making. 
See it's all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass a wine, 
I fantasize till that ass is mine. 
I'm never getting but wanting, never touching but wishing.
A straight thug on a mission, until I get what I missing.
Stop with the beeper baby Listen, I know you're grown but pay attention. 
Let me hypnotize you with my tongue kissing. 
This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes- turn around one more time,

Heaven ain't hard to find.
Heaven ain't hard to find.

heaven ain't hard to find, in fact you can have it, just have faith. 
just like a little kid still believing in magic. It takes a lot of sacrifice, 
and with all the lonely nights on tour, I need somebody I can trust in my life. 
Let me apply the brakes. Maybe your moving too fast, 
my conversations are getting deeper, but first let me ask 
are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love
with candles and bubbles slipping in the tub? 
Touch me and let me activate your blood pressure. 
It's thug pleasure, help the average man love better. 
Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist. 
Just take a shot of that alizé and give me a kiss. 
And maybe we can be best friends. Perhaps we'll get closer, 
I'll be the thug in your life, baby and you'll be my soulja. 
And I know it takes some time and you've got a lot of questions on your mind, 
but relax. In due time, heaven ain't hard to find

Heaven ain't hard to find.
Heaven ain't hard to find.

You think we all dogs, that's why you're cautious when I approach. 
You've been talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken. 
Through my eye contact, I wink and you respond back. 
Look at me, what's all that? 
It's like the closer you get, the quicker I'm speaking. 
I've got a flight out to Cabo, let's kick it this weekend. 
I'm sipping Hennessey and Coke, though I'm addicted to weed smoke, 
I'm fiending for your body even more. 
Oh god help me identify my truest thoughts, 
your hidden motives full of passion, who would have thought? 
Come holla at me, baby love me for my thug nature, 
far from a player-hater, label me a money-maker, straight heart-breaker. 
Maybe we can be friends, I can swoop you in my Benz. 
We'll ride I'll let you floss it for friends. Once we begin, 
until the end, it gets better with time, 
I'm making love to your mind, baby. Heaven ain't hard to find.

Heaven ain't hard to find.
Heaven ain't hard to find.
Heaven ain't hard to find.
Heaven ain't hard to find.


Transcription 1996 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by Tupac Shakur, QD3.
Copyright 1996, Death Row Records/Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.