See the clouds adrift so far below Ever changing as they come and go; Makes me wonder why I'm up so high When really I am down so low Of all the wonders
, this dame's hot Lil' mamma handle herself on the pole I can throw some more fish off the same dock Clouds over my head Thunder and lightnin' she flashing for bread
's gonna be alright is what they telling me Don't let the stress get the best of me Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me Till my brain gets clouded
me sitting toe high, trying to balance out the lows And I think it?s time that I propose Let?s make a toast to the dickheads that boast ?cause we get bread
soul Adrift among the stars Just another human heart Led, led away He put his shoes on and he laid down (Led, led away) Outside the clouds were swiftly
cause I'm polite that I'm nice g Or cause I'm well dressed I ain't grimy I got food for them city heads Just another aggie yout that the city bread The cloud
ya deuce up Gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas East side, West side, chunk ya deuce up Plenty niggas get they head turned red for da bread
all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? Stealin' my light, huh? Watch me, Duke, watch me Yo, check these up top murderous Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud
the bloodhounds on 'em I rip clowns, I flip pounds, I spit rounds I'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds
, you're elevated, higher than a Empire State Elevators, I roll with creators an' cremators Stalkin' through this nature, the Heaven raise ya Capacity in your brains, beyond the clouds
kick a motherfuckin flow chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain But
me sitting toe high, trying to balance out the lows And I think it's time that I propose Let's make a toast to the dickheads that boast 'cause we get bread
a favor partner, don't be talkin' shit man You're broad done up and broke your heart My whole squad hit man Hold up I see dead people It's just the dead white guys on my bread
Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high On Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky We call it dro', ya'll call it lye All I need is a sweet to get me by I'm super
daddy was a hustla, mommy was a christian, momma said prayers daddy started cookin chicken, if I'm living life wrong I don't wanna be right, send me blessings to the cloud
down the throat Steady dippin' call me Funk Master Flex Ass since mom and daddy had sex Got yo' nigga daydreamin', smebbin' in a check-U Floatin' in a cloud
kick a motherfuckin flow Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain But
Standing on the waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing Distant ships sailing into the mist You were born
