Jarren Benton, Chris Webby, ¡MAYDAY! - Cloud 9 (Bonus Track) lyrics
Christian Webster
[Jarren Benton, Chris Webby, ¡MAYDAY! - Cloud 9 Bonus Track lyrics]
I said we're on Cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy
The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow
We get it where we fit in
Ain't nobody gotta know i said we on cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
I take a look at you
You can take a look at me
Clothes fall off, we floating in the air
We do it how we do it
Get it and nothing compares
Said we're on cloud nine
Crack open a capsule, and pass me the Paxil
Feelin' like a chemical imbalance
She always said I had talent
But, I never had the balance to be sippin'
And I'm drinking in the gallons
Bitch never seem to get I'm Richie Valens
Fly til I die, sky high madam
Digging in the life till I'm the
Dirt up in the talons
I'm always gonna bagging since
School pant sagging
Bad bin in the bottom of a cup and
Nobody can never tell him what
The health risks are
Benton and the ¡MAYDAY! motherfuckers
Are basically coming up to get
The hell up outa dodge
Call me Hell Boy, satancy
Rap like, for others it ain't safe to breathe
Give me all the goods and
Counting get me paper please
I be hittin' cloud nine
With a strange disease
Some call it dope, some call it ill
I just call it whatever I'm feeling
In the middle of the moment
Everything I do I own it so when I'm calm
Nah pick my body up and serve it in the MoMA
Doing Molly Ringwald and with Mona, Lisa
Leaks the seat to you when I zone off
Heaps of frequent feats we need the loaner
Probably wonder how I think I
Need me a Corona
And Miami with thfffffffffffe women are the
Type that wanna take your soul
J-J-J-J-Just keep your guard up
High and alive
Don't be running 'round alone
We We We got nothing but some time and
The rhyme for the crowds we know
Give me a fat ass
Ounce indigo to the clouds we go
I said we're on Cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy
The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow
We get it where we fit in
Ain't nobody gotta know i said we on cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
I take a look at you
You can take a look at me
Clothes fall off, we floating in the air
We do it how we do it
Get it and nothing compares
Said we're on cloud nine
Man what the fuck?
Is everybody in here high? (Tell the truth)
I know you are, you are, and she is
And motherfucker so am I it's alright
Tap the bottle and twist it right
Take it down, turn it up for the night
One time for the monkey on my back
He's got a fucking addiction to that jack
Along with that high grade, I'm flying bae
If I leave too much don't bother me
I got a strobe light point it in my eye
With the future playing loose inside my mind
So surfs up motherfucker, I'm wavy
One to the head, two for my ladies
This game Boulevard looking like it's Ozz
And I'm Tony Montana in the 80s
These girls with ropes they choke
Us all when I provoke
I seen episodes of that show
Control my high and fly straight
The Tri-state
The sun raise, not comatose, so lift off
I'm lost
My face is numb the clothes get ripped off
In the motel
They call it air barrage with a private dance
And shake an ass in a thong, and it's on
Got a stash that will last all weekend
And a bitch with me ready for the freaking
My room's reaking, but I don't give a shit
Cause, I'm lit and I'm feeling so decent
Ripped from a piece on that ganj for relief
Only the best through a bloodstream
Everybody need a time just for relief
I said we're on Cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy
The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow
We get it where we fit in
Ain't nobody gotta know i said we on cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
I take a look at you
You can take a look at me
Clothes fall off, we floating in the air
We do it how we do it
Get it and nothing compares
Said we're on cloud nine
Fuck cloud nine bitch I float on 17
Cigarillo filled with weed
A cup of promethazine
Kill a mothafucka put his
Head in a guillotine
Black tar heroin it came from the Philippines
Eddie Cane nigga doin' coke in a limousine
This shit'll blow a niggas
Face to smithereens
3 weeks clean, relapsed I'm still a feind
Heaven in a bag and
It's wrapped in cellophane
You can see the high in my iris
Best of both worlds bitch Miley Cyrus
Hit a nigga hard like a fiery virus
Brain dead can I feel a pulse in my wrist
Huff glue, sniff paint cans, and nitrous
Smoke more dope than them boys in Cyprus
Hill, in Ireland with the Irish
Crush it up, sniff it baby girl now try this
My homeboy cook it in the kitchen
They be like, "Jarren dawg
You need an intervention"
The shit that I be on will
Have you outta this dimension
When you touch back to earth ya
Have ya fuckin' brain missin'
12 pack of them PBRahs
Is a nigga dead? you know CPRah?
Break inside ya fuckin momma house took
A couple diamond rings, TVs, and a VCRahs
Jesus, I need help, life in the fast lane
Arrive with no seatbelt
Let the fuckin heat melt
Every single gram in the bong
Inhale, exhale, loud pack take a deep smell
Drug abusin'
Stuck here on Mars someone get me Houston
Hope it ain't too soon
But damn a nigga gone off the same
Dope that fucked up Whitney Houston
I said we're on Cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy
The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow
We get it where we fit in
Ain't nobody gotta know i said we on cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
I take a look at you
You can take a look at me
Clothes fall off, we floating in the air
We do it how we do it
Get it and nothing compares
Said we're on cloud nine
I'm on drugs! I don't care to mention
All I know is me, MAYDAY!, and Jarren Benton
On cloud 9 flying through the air ascending
Til my family and friends
Throw an intervention uh, we be doin' this
In a goddamn cumulus
We don't need jet, blue ya bitch
We lookin' down at the moon and shit
You don't have to like me
(I don't give two shit's)
Kiss my ass and bite me
Stay fucked up poppin' caps all nightly
Up on cloud 9 fuckin' Aphrodite
Go so hard Imma need 2 turns
And we don't give a fuck
About the weed you burn
Cuz we got so much that we stay surrounded by
The green Like a guest in between 2 ferns
(Cloud Nine) single chicks clothing
And the rainfall consists of beer and codeine
Living life like a young Hunter S thompson
And this a re-enactment of fear and loathing
Phone says "roaming" and I'm very
Lost in the clouds yo, I don't care B
(Take another shot?) you don't
Gotta double dare me
Nah, Nah, you ain't gotta double dare me
Yea man I'm blowin' up
Sippin out my solo cup
Ever since my first blunt
Webby's never sobered up
Light one up let down yo hair
Cuz up here ain't nobody gone care
Up and away so fuck it I see you up there!
I said we're on Cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy
The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow
We get it where we fit in
Ain't nobody gotta know i said we on cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
I take a look at you
You can take a look at me
Clothes fall off, we floating in the air
We do it how we do it
Get it and nothing compares
Said we're on cloud nine
It's where you wanna be
Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy
The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow
We get it where we fit in
Ain't nobody gotta know i said we on cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
I take a look at you
You can take a look at me
Clothes fall off, we floating in the air
We do it how we do it
Get it and nothing compares
Said we're on cloud nine
Crack open a capsule, and pass me the Paxil
Feelin' like a chemical imbalance
She always said I had talent
But, I never had the balance to be sippin'
And I'm drinking in the gallons
Bitch never seem to get I'm Richie Valens
Fly til I die, sky high madam
Digging in the life till I'm the
Dirt up in the talons
I'm always gonna bagging since
School pant sagging
Bad bin in the bottom of a cup and
Nobody can never tell him what
The health risks are
Benton and the ¡MAYDAY! motherfuckers
Are basically coming up to get
The hell up outa dodge
Call me Hell Boy, satancy
Rap like, for others it ain't safe to breathe
Give me all the goods and
Counting get me paper please
I be hittin' cloud nine
With a strange disease
Some call it dope, some call it ill
I just call it whatever I'm feeling
In the middle of the moment
Everything I do I own it so when I'm calm
Nah pick my body up and serve it in the MoMA
Doing Molly Ringwald and with Mona, Lisa
Leaks the seat to you when I zone off
Heaps of frequent feats we need the loaner
Probably wonder how I think I
Need me a Corona
And Miami with thfffffffffffe women are the
Type that wanna take your soul
J-J-J-J-Just keep your guard up
High and alive
Don't be running 'round alone
We We We got nothing but some time and
The rhyme for the crowds we know
Give me a fat ass
Ounce indigo to the clouds we go
I said we're on Cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy
The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow
We get it where we fit in
Ain't nobody gotta know i said we on cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
I take a look at you
You can take a look at me
Clothes fall off, we floating in the air
We do it how we do it
Get it and nothing compares
Said we're on cloud nine
Man what the fuck?
Is everybody in here high? (Tell the truth)
I know you are, you are, and she is
And motherfucker so am I it's alright
Tap the bottle and twist it right
Take it down, turn it up for the night
One time for the monkey on my back
He's got a fucking addiction to that jack
Along with that high grade, I'm flying bae
If I leave too much don't bother me
I got a strobe light point it in my eye
With the future playing loose inside my mind
So surfs up motherfucker, I'm wavy
One to the head, two for my ladies
This game Boulevard looking like it's Ozz
And I'm Tony Montana in the 80s
These girls with ropes they choke
Us all when I provoke
I seen episodes of that show
Control my high and fly straight
The Tri-state
The sun raise, not comatose, so lift off
I'm lost
My face is numb the clothes get ripped off
In the motel
They call it air barrage with a private dance
And shake an ass in a thong, and it's on
Got a stash that will last all weekend
And a bitch with me ready for the freaking
My room's reaking, but I don't give a shit
Cause, I'm lit and I'm feeling so decent
Ripped from a piece on that ganj for relief
Only the best through a bloodstream
Everybody need a time just for relief
I said we're on Cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy
The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow
We get it where we fit in
Ain't nobody gotta know i said we on cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
I take a look at you
You can take a look at me
Clothes fall off, we floating in the air
We do it how we do it
Get it and nothing compares
Said we're on cloud nine
Fuck cloud nine bitch I float on 17
Cigarillo filled with weed
A cup of promethazine
Kill a mothafucka put his
Head in a guillotine
Black tar heroin it came from the Philippines
Eddie Cane nigga doin' coke in a limousine
This shit'll blow a niggas
Face to smithereens
3 weeks clean, relapsed I'm still a feind
Heaven in a bag and
It's wrapped in cellophane
You can see the high in my iris
Best of both worlds bitch Miley Cyrus
Hit a nigga hard like a fiery virus
Brain dead can I feel a pulse in my wrist
Huff glue, sniff paint cans, and nitrous
Smoke more dope than them boys in Cyprus
Hill, in Ireland with the Irish
Crush it up, sniff it baby girl now try this
My homeboy cook it in the kitchen
They be like, "Jarren dawg
You need an intervention"
The shit that I be on will
Have you outta this dimension
When you touch back to earth ya
Have ya fuckin' brain missin'
12 pack of them PBRahs
Is a nigga dead? you know CPRah?
Break inside ya fuckin momma house took
A couple diamond rings, TVs, and a VCRahs
Jesus, I need help, life in the fast lane
Arrive with no seatbelt
Let the fuckin heat melt
Every single gram in the bong
Inhale, exhale, loud pack take a deep smell
Drug abusin'
Stuck here on Mars someone get me Houston
Hope it ain't too soon
But damn a nigga gone off the same
Dope that fucked up Whitney Houston
I said we're on Cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy
The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow
We get it where we fit in
Ain't nobody gotta know i said we on cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
I take a look at you
You can take a look at me
Clothes fall off, we floating in the air
We do it how we do it
Get it and nothing compares
Said we're on cloud nine
I'm on drugs! I don't care to mention
All I know is me, MAYDAY!, and Jarren Benton
On cloud 9 flying through the air ascending
Til my family and friends
Throw an intervention uh, we be doin' this
In a goddamn cumulus
We don't need jet, blue ya bitch
We lookin' down at the moon and shit
You don't have to like me
(I don't give two shit's)
Kiss my ass and bite me
Stay fucked up poppin' caps all nightly
Up on cloud 9 fuckin' Aphrodite
Go so hard Imma need 2 turns
And we don't give a fuck
About the weed you burn
Cuz we got so much that we stay surrounded by
The green Like a guest in between 2 ferns
(Cloud Nine) single chicks clothing
And the rainfall consists of beer and codeine
Living life like a young Hunter S thompson
And this a re-enactment of fear and loathing
Phone says "roaming" and I'm very
Lost in the clouds yo, I don't care B
(Take another shot?) you don't
Gotta double dare me
Nah, Nah, you ain't gotta double dare me
Yea man I'm blowin' up
Sippin out my solo cup
Ever since my first blunt
Webby's never sobered up
Light one up let down yo hair
Cuz up here ain't nobody gone care
Up and away so fuck it I see you up there!
I said we're on Cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy
The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow
We get it where we fit in
Ain't nobody gotta know i said we on cloud 9
It's where you wanna be
I take a look at you
You can take a look at me
Clothes fall off, we floating in the air
We do it how we do it
Get it and nothing compares
Said we're on cloud nine