Lyrics:
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
radios all the way up
Yo Rell, you know you
Are gettin that exclusive, right?)
Pro Era shit
Uh, good god, it's PE 'til the death of me
Nigga
I feel like
lying beneath
Meanwhile the streets kill but we still
Feel more for the ones by police
Geesh. More faces getting tatted,
til reaching unemployable
look in my eyes, what you see?
A sincere man or just a bunch of G
Why second guess, the brother would last
They took a whole clique from the George
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
from my jip in the flatty
Everthing cherry cause george just stole a caddy
Who bust dex was the question next
Dre said
Northbound
Then he sipped his
just stand by
Not changing the laws or changing the system
Its murder if a cop kills an unarmed victim
Kap took a knee as a way to protest
But rebel
I'm corny then you're cheap like a 40 either way
let's see if this corn pop pop pops
If I'm at the ground floor you're below the basement
About 10 miles
on you (Bitch)
I just can’t wait for the tables to turn, policing the hoods, selling dope by the church
Cool with the judge, got a way with my words
Y’all
if I
Listen to it enough, I could map
A way out" Before we exit
They agree Ocean will come back later
This evening to work on
It pharrell is attending
doing justice to all
The people that feel like I do cause for
Every person who doesn't understand it is
There is a person who feels like me
Who feels like
burst
And the lavatory makes you fear the worst,
It was used by Charles the First
Quite informally,
And later by George the Fourth
On a journey
the camera's on
Feel our pain, say their name [Breonna Taylor, George Floyd]
Ahmaud Arbery and Botham Jean
Every name a hashtag, it goes
niggas all hypocrites, y'all know what this shit is all about
Hunid dolla, hunnid dolla bill, real, uh
Her voice is full of money
He's a crook, George
you, even if just a little bit
Now repeat after me
One (one), day (day)
Feel so manic, I'm schizophrenic
I don't see no end to this like George Shearing
grass lighters
[Opio]
Niggas think I got punched by Rudduck
In the stomach the way I bust from the gut & get
G's by the hundred but
That don't matter
When I was 11 I was hit with depression
Relentless obsessions made me feel pathetic
When i was 13 only thing on my mind
Was ending it all committing
Come a long way from George's (listen)
You know that (listen)
Fish and chips, I'm from East so we ain't got a Morley's
We got that (listen)
chasing after myself
I'm chasing the wealth
George still chasing after his health
I'm in pain and I'm alone,
This house doesn't feel like a home
We been
martyrs are given by her.
I've said this before now,
you said I was childish and you'll say it now
Remember what I told you,
if they hated me, they will
(you can tell that i aint similar)
A boss is way more than giving out a paycheck
And a friend is way more than just being there by your side
Chess
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
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