[Chorus: Redro Killson]
Is there room in heaven for a Sherm head
Sherman Isley told me Blood get wet
You wanna be divine, understand this time ain't yours, only 27 minutes left, yeah
Is there room in heaven for a Sherm head
Sherman Isley told me Blood get wet
You wanna be divine, understand this time ain't yours, only 27 minutes left, yeah

[Verse 1: Redro Killson]
[?] [call back?]
I can pay you to blow, see these white bitches think they all that, yeah
[Gave em all my seed?], she only gave one back
Whitney Houston in the bathtub, Clive Davis [pulled the fuckin plug?]
Try to join the 27 club
[Go bring me?] my cocaine
[Amy told me do the?] damn thing
[See me pullin on my heart's chains?], yeah
Rudy Lewis [ say came to do right from his?] overdose, yeah
PCP on my lips, tryna smoke the fuckin [Holy Ghost?]
[Why it ain't up to me?] [?] fuckin [no?]
Stuck in this water, I'm Brian Jones
Now my dad is a Rollin Stone, all I got is this hole in my nose, I mean hole in my heart [came for me in bed, I love you?] more than fuckin cane
As long as I give you my pain, I pray that [this room ain't never?] for a sermon, yeah

[Chorus: Redro Killson]
Is there room in heaven for a Sherm head
Sherman Isley told me Blood get wet
You wanna be divine, understand this time ain't yours, only 27 minutes left, yeah
Is there room in heaven for a Sherm head
Sherman Isley told me Blood get wet
You wanna be divine, understand this time ain't yours, only 27 minutes left, yeah
[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
Come on, 27 seconds [it could be a Ruger, find em and the ho done shot em?], n***a never had a chance to live a dream
It was taken from me, [now must take a break?] and I'm lookin at my body, thinkin to myself I coulda gon on bigger things
Now I'm on the road up in the Hell, I'm feelin like I'm caught up
In a [fuckin spell, n'?] doin it real with Jimi Hendrix
Fillin my family up with the pain, Twisted Insane, Kurt Cobain, Gary Thain, can I get a witness?
In 27 minutes, I be in the coffin, ready to be lowered down
It could be a murder, suicide, or overdose to put me in the ground, 27 rounds hit me when I wasn't lookin but it really doesn't matter now
Shoulda got my body [drug em?] in the body bag [and they all runnin, oh just sow?], blood KA-PLOW
Wait by the gate, feelin like I'm in the Matrix
Feel like Imma na' get 27, I don't give a shit 'bout what the date is, as long as when a n***a go, I know I show much greatness, hence they will talk about a muhfucka like ([woah?] was the greatest)
Janis, [?] [drop to?] [?] [chop shop with?] [Mr. Morrison?]
[?] but I was faded, [jump right off a'?] topic
Take a dab, chillin, caught up with the homie and I'm fuckin lit up like a rocket, I shoulda listened to my daddy when he told me, "muthafucka betta' stop it."
27 [bitches?], later I was on a good one
Turn the [music and the party down?] like a [high blood?]
(Who got that n***a?)
The 27 club [could dare?], some drown, some overdose, some had to choke, hand in the coat
(Who shot that n***a?)
Bitch I'm 27 years ahead of you, ahead of you
Nothin but dark days in a n***a past
[But then?] [?] a n***a [thought incredible?], 27 more miles left, how long will you last?
Follow the bright light when you dreamin
Hope you have a safe night while you leanin
Betta yet a safe flight fo' this evening
[Gaged?] by how many days, [yet a n***a?] lived through
27, I don't wanna go, I rather hop [?] in the igloo with 27 bitches [?] 27 pitbulls and thinkin Imma die, I'm talkin [?] kid you
N***a this that shit fool, [to get a muhfucka?] [that could use?] your brain like Insane, blood on wasted
But y'all don't wanna get took off this Earth 'for you taste it
I could be about to die, 27 years 'for you say shit, brain
[Outro]
27
It's an unexplained statistic that's become both Rock and Roll myth and legend
I want to show people that I will last past 27
And they were unstable people with personality disorders
In a sense, we should thank the parents of the 27

[Chorus: Redro Killson]
Is there room in heaven for a Sherm head
Sherman Isley told me Blood get wet
You wanna be divine, understand this time ain't yours, only 27 minutes left, yeah

[Outro Continued]
Do you have any thoughts on, on why hard drugs and rock stars are, have become synonymous, I mean Billie Holidays and like whatever they went, they went through, I mean if I were them I suppose I would take anything that was available
(Understand the sum ain't yours, only 27 minutes left, yeah)
But uh, is it in any way a way of emulating those other people who...
Just wanna get high... I mean basically it starts with people who just wanna get high