Lyrics:
Goals (scoring goals)
Feeling on cloud 9 your so fine come here lemme Hold you close (hold you close)
More time do nights in the shard (ah right) or take
helmet, a purple robe clothed with the velvet
Pullin' my diamond sword through ya pelvis, collar shinin like Elvis
Studied clubs, a golden club, roll out
gassing my cloud (Ha)
Move a pound lose a little weight re up out of town
What I know about it (What I know about it)
You can tell by how I go about it
come from.
How you think you able to soar into the clouds when you “AND 1”?
Ghost these niggas when you race em like a fuckin phantom?
Feet don’t even
the bitch, so come throw that neck
I done had a long day, I'm geeked on Percocet
I smoke big blunts just to ease my mind
Keep that fire, yeah, that bitch
to cover page by page as he reads left to right
He may learn to tell his own tale in some summer yet to come
But for now he serves it piecemeal never sure
Doors wide open, demons crowding in
Kick em out repent look to the clouds and chant
Hear the sound of thunder and wind
Cluttering sin dividing brothers
gonna
Spend some shit
Out everytime I shop
I got motion
Shhh
Keep it quiet
So I could say it loud
Grab a scale
That's that money sound
This shit is heavy
me
Never watch the clock
Baby it's your turn
Still aiming for the top
If the tables were turned
You get burned by the business
When you swimming with
just for advantage
Oh so amazing now it's all vanquished
Up in thin air, cloud of smoke
Surrounded by flames
Baby don't choke
Lake of fire, so don't
swayin' me
And I cannot deny it
You're the one I wanna see
Blessin' my future
I'm DaVinci, you're Lisa
There's no way I'll reminisce (come on, baby
Come my lady
Come come my lady, you're my butterfly
Sugar baby (X2)
Such a sexy, sexy pretty little thing
Fierce nipple pierce you got me
better days when in
the cold dog, world like this you let it stray?
By the money, the bitches the flushed out 6's the sickness
that came from me killin my
in his head
Shit Killa ran home
Took some advil and pulled the
Bullet out on his own
A real nigga made of stone, we don't budge
We just stick
I, I used to be my own man
Head up high gettin' by
Baby I had my own plan
But you, you came out of nowhere
Tangled me up in your ways
Now I'm
earings in my pocket till I see you again
Clouds roll by laying up on the hill
Everything is still do you think we will
If we do there will be no turning
music
Turn on some music, I got my music - just like music
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a, happy day
Music makes a, cloud flow by baby
in my hands
And I'm seeing clouds
Got a rink around my neck
And I'm frosted out
Can you feel the heat
This that back to back to back
Just like
want me to stay
Get in my bag then i get out the way
I'm up on island
I'm right by the sea
Smoking on weed, I'm up with the clouds
I cannot hear you it's
kid
Haha
Fucked up by letting that nigga hit
Make you wish you ain’t believe that shit
Facts
Ima just chase these stacks, Big racks
Fuck a nigga bitch,
To the jams that rock your zone
Please baby gotta get your girls out the friend zone
Summertime we on it
Summertime we on it
Summertime we dont stop it
Been
that I’m ready
I up it and bust it, call me scary terry
They screaming to god, just call em Mary Mary
She still in the car yeah she calling out baby
Its
else had a picture day
Yes we both had a picture day, kinda strange how it all turned out
OLD DRTY WHITE lost in the clouds
Not a man on the planet
was with it but I don't put nothing past women
Babe got a place in the city
I said I'd come then you hit me
Your momma died and you hit me
I told her
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