Do you really wanna go to heaven
When we get this rapture started?
Or do you want to go to hell, children,
With Adeem the Artist?
We're gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound
A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud
They play country songs in heaven
But in hell, they play em loud
I met the devil down at the crossroads
And I asked if we could make a deal
He seemed puzzled so I told him the story
And he said, None of that shit's real.
It's true I met Robert Johnson, now
He showed me how the blues could work
But white folk would rather give the devil praise
Than acknowledge a black man's worth.
Do you really wanna go to heaven
When we get this rapture started?
Or do you want to go to hell, children,
With Adeem the Artist?
We're gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound
A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud
They play country songs in heaven
But in hell, they play em loud
He said, I give you only freedom
And I ask you use it well
Love ain't just some feeling- it's a god dang magic spell
So we sat down in the darkness
And played some songs together
But we wouldn't make no deal with me
And that's why I'm not better
Do you really wanna go to heaven when we get this rapture started?
Or do you want to go to hell, children, with Adeem the Artist?
We're gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Devil's gonna holler blood harmonies out
Try and make the Louvin Brothers proud
Adeem the Artist - Going to Hell Lyrics
Adeem the Artist - Going to Hell Lyrics
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Do you really wanna go to heaven
When we get this rapture started?
Or do you want to go to hell, children,
With Adeem the Artist?
We're gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound
A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud
They play country songs in heaven
But in hell, they play em loud
I met the devil down at the crossroads
And I asked if we could make a deal
He seemed puzzled so I told him the story
And he said, None of that shit's real.
It's true I met Robert Johnson, now
He showed me how the blues could work
But white folk would rather give the devil praise
Than acknowledge a black man's worth.
Do you really wanna go to heaven
When we get this rapture started?
Or do you want to go to hell, children,
With Adeem the Artist?
We're gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound
A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud
They play country songs in heaven
But in hell, they play em loud
He said, I give you only freedom
And I ask you use it well
Love ain't just some feeling- it's a god dang magic spell
So we sat down in the darkness
And played some songs together
But we wouldn't make no deal with me
And that's why I'm not better
Do you really wanna go to heaven when we get this rapture started?
Or do you want to go to hell, children, with Adeem the Artist?
We're gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Devil's gonna holler blood harmonies out
Try and make the Louvin Brothers proud
When we get this rapture started?
Or do you want to go to hell, children,
With Adeem the Artist?
We're gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound
A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud
They play country songs in heaven
But in hell, they play em loud
I met the devil down at the crossroads
And I asked if we could make a deal
He seemed puzzled so I told him the story
And he said, None of that shit's real.
It's true I met Robert Johnson, now
He showed me how the blues could work
But white folk would rather give the devil praise
Than acknowledge a black man's worth.
Do you really wanna go to heaven
When we get this rapture started?
Or do you want to go to hell, children,
With Adeem the Artist?
We're gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound
A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud
They play country songs in heaven
But in hell, they play em loud
He said, I give you only freedom
And I ask you use it well
Love ain't just some feeling- it's a god dang magic spell
So we sat down in the darkness
And played some songs together
But we wouldn't make no deal with me
And that's why I'm not better
Do you really wanna go to heaven when we get this rapture started?
Or do you want to go to hell, children, with Adeem the Artist?
We're gonna dance around on the fiery ground
Devil's gonna holler blood harmonies out
Try and make the Louvin Brothers proud
Writer: Kyle Bingham
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC