Curren$y, Logic, Langston Bristol - Clouds lyrics

This concludes the No Pressure program

I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally got this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long
(Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long

Take two, take one
Chillin' in the cut with my
Son and his baby mama
I was gonna hit the road
But I'm staying longer
Doing whatever the fuck I wanna do
When I wanna do it
People thinking they know it but
They never knew it
What it be like, the spotlight
The hot takes and long nights
Yellin' at nobody and winning all
Of the wrong fights
It's alright
I'm off like a flight, took
A left, did it right
What a sight
Knowing everything gon' be alright
That K. Dot 2015
It seem the art that I make
Over they heads like the Sistine
It really feel like ain't
Nobody ever listening
That's why I do it for me and
The homies and nobody else
Making beats in my room by myself
Kinda funny how my last
Studio cost seven zeros
But I make the best shit when
I'm all alone in my room
College Park coming soon
In the dark going off to the
Tune and the 808 boom
I stay with the trees like a baboon
Flow kinda fast but it's chill like
A pocket full of valium
Head up in the clouds but
I'm coming down soon
Yeah

I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long
(Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long

Lowkey tryna get trophies with my dawgs
(Woof)
Surely, you'll see my face smilin' on
The front of a billboard
(Soon)
Truth is that I got a blueprint
And I'm finna use it, nigga
Let's get it
I'm tryna get a brand new coupe
She gon' wonder where the roof at
When she get in it
(Wheels spinnin')
While I'm on the e-way, I wish life was easy
If you a hater
Then get the fuck up out the way
I only hang with my teammates
Pass the ball to me, mane
(My niggas, they real, they trill, yeah
All them stick to the code)
(If you start fakin' over here)
I look you dead in the soul and tell you

I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long
(Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long

She was in and out my suite all fashion week
Studio up in here, sweet
I was crashin' beats
'Cause the paper don't sleep and
My loved ones have knees
And my son need everything I
Never had times three
You's a cold motherfucker
My homies always remind me
They lift me up like that bomb weed
And this palm never found seas
Just nugs, that's buzz
Probably spoke of retirement
Dawg, all we get out of
It was a "Best of..."
Uh, greatest, here's some real lies
If you can still make time
For the family playin'
But still make time for blazin' shit
Inspirational ass motherfucker
Ask my brother
Hustles like no other, rose from my situ'
Rolls Royces by the gutter
Bad bitch itchin' to send her
Buns on the butter
Like her but I don't love her
Push her to do better but I don't shove her
Besides, your bitch
She's watchin' Deep Cover
Gucci rollaway bag, Louis V duffel