Audio Push - Clouds lyrics
[Audio Push - Clouds lyrics]
Search and you will find
Cloud, cloud, cloud, cloud, cloud
Look around, what you see?
I see God, I see you, I see me
No facade, this is real, ain't no fakin'
Dead homies ain't coming back
We gotta make it welcome to the IE
Where summers warmer and death is normal
Funerals so frequent
Half of us stop dressing formal
Where niggas pride they self on Jordans
Every pair and Supreme
Same scenes I've seen like everywhere
Where kids listen to Lil
Yachty over Chris Wallace
And real ones never hate on a
Black man with a thick wallet
That sounds like a place I just invented
'Cause it sure ain't no scrimmage
When they see you out
Here getting your spinach
I try to follow God and proceed
To walk in his image
But groupies swallow all of it
And it's hard in this business
So get up off your ass 'cause
You know you gotta get something
And rake it up 'cause snakes exist
And they'll kill you for nothing
Look, Cornbread got popped
Madlocks got popped
T2 got popped, gang sweep, knock-knock, yeah
More homies went down
Meanwhile I'm not in town
I'm adjusting my crown
Me and my brother created a sound
Then I found my freedom
'cause they ain't giving out freedom
A 100 miles, I'm speeding, on 10 East
Chiefin'
And I don't come out that much 'cause
These little dusty niggas is beefin'
Protect us at all costs 'cause they
Listen to me when I'm speakin'
They love dead black bodies
Popped him in his head prolly
Rap game Muhammad Ali, back to basics, Ali
I just meditate for my peace
And levitate for my piece of mind
And it works for me every time
It's a cloud for every one of our souls
Just take a pick
Connected to the creator, just make a wish
I wish that all these
So-called leaders would navigate
I wish the Internet didn't
Force us to fabricate
I wish I could clear these negative
Thoughts trapped in my head
Wish I could bring City, Too Much, Harold
Back from the dead tC, T2
Kiss my granny while she lay in her bed
Boocho, Demi, Cousin Motor, Montre
Take me instead
All these tears that I've shed
Could fill the Nile River and more
I hear God inside me, I'm listening more
I got one side that wanna hold the fist
High in the midst of the war
And the other hand might let this clip
Fly if you trip in this store
We all hypocrites wanting Heaven
Ready to kick in the door
'Til the pastor touch your son
Now you don't even know what religion is for
She at Planned Parenthood
Don't know if she should get the abortion
But her baby daddy just got life
With evidence missing in court
Sound like the 909
Where summer's warmer and death is normal
It's funerals only time his mom could
Afford to dress him formal
Whoa, I had to slow it
Down to calculate the run-up
The real come-up is when you
Stop tryna come up
This a message for them simple
Managers and label bastards
You might get the masters but
You'll never get the master
Keep the bondage, don't need the homage
Don't read the comments
I don't see the hate, just feel the love
I use these clouds to build me up
Cloud, cloud, cloud, cloud, cloud
Look around, what you see?
I see God, I see you, I see me
No facade, this is real, ain't no fakin'
Dead homies ain't coming back
We gotta make it welcome to the IE
Where summers warmer and death is normal
Funerals so frequent
Half of us stop dressing formal
Where niggas pride they self on Jordans
Every pair and Supreme
Same scenes I've seen like everywhere
Where kids listen to Lil
Yachty over Chris Wallace
And real ones never hate on a
Black man with a thick wallet
That sounds like a place I just invented
'Cause it sure ain't no scrimmage
When they see you out
Here getting your spinach
I try to follow God and proceed
To walk in his image
But groupies swallow all of it
And it's hard in this business
So get up off your ass 'cause
You know you gotta get something
And rake it up 'cause snakes exist
And they'll kill you for nothing
Look, Cornbread got popped
Madlocks got popped
T2 got popped, gang sweep, knock-knock, yeah
More homies went down
Meanwhile I'm not in town
I'm adjusting my crown
Me and my brother created a sound
Then I found my freedom
'cause they ain't giving out freedom
A 100 miles, I'm speeding, on 10 East
Chiefin'
And I don't come out that much 'cause
These little dusty niggas is beefin'
Protect us at all costs 'cause they
Listen to me when I'm speakin'
They love dead black bodies
Popped him in his head prolly
Rap game Muhammad Ali, back to basics, Ali
I just meditate for my peace
And levitate for my piece of mind
And it works for me every time
It's a cloud for every one of our souls
Just take a pick
Connected to the creator, just make a wish
I wish that all these
So-called leaders would navigate
I wish the Internet didn't
Force us to fabricate
I wish I could clear these negative
Thoughts trapped in my head
Wish I could bring City, Too Much, Harold
Back from the dead tC, T2
Kiss my granny while she lay in her bed
Boocho, Demi, Cousin Motor, Montre
Take me instead
All these tears that I've shed
Could fill the Nile River and more
I hear God inside me, I'm listening more
I got one side that wanna hold the fist
High in the midst of the war
And the other hand might let this clip
Fly if you trip in this store
We all hypocrites wanting Heaven
Ready to kick in the door
'Til the pastor touch your son
Now you don't even know what religion is for
She at Planned Parenthood
Don't know if she should get the abortion
But her baby daddy just got life
With evidence missing in court
Sound like the 909
Where summer's warmer and death is normal
It's funerals only time his mom could
Afford to dress him formal
Whoa, I had to slow it
Down to calculate the run-up
The real come-up is when you
Stop tryna come up
This a message for them simple
Managers and label bastards
You might get the masters but
You'll never get the master
Keep the bondage, don't need the homage
Don't read the comments
I don't see the hate, just feel the love
I use these clouds to build me up