Khary, Cloud Atrium - Oxygen lyrics

One more Cloud!
Yeah

Tombstones for the who knows
Doomsday was tomorrow, I could postpone
I'm in the middle ground between
Sippin' Listerine till my insides is green
I've been outside for a minute
My flip-side is mean
The way I manifest
You can tell I need nice things
I heard he want that verse from Cloud
But don't know what that verse mean
Sold out on sympathy
Ask shorty, a fiend, Insomniac
And I told that bitch go to sleep
Rappers foldin', rollin' knee-deep, read
Horoscopes, feel complete
Uh
(Uh)
A lot of y'all flow
Sound retrogradin' the theme
And perpetuating the dream, uh (Ooh)
Death within the sleep
That's Freddy Krueger to me, you see
Run a fuckin' mob, I say a mile with cheese
You ain't gettin' chicken, your
Business is flappin' wings
Uh
Khary ain't sorry or nothin
' I get the keys
Because the only time we let 'em
Breathe is when we leave
That's when

Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost)
Behind me, I leave him 'lone
The hype beam shining, like gold
My greed, I need some more (Dos)
Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost)
Behind me, I leave him 'lone
The hype beam shining, like gold
My greed, I need some more (Woah)

(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah! One- more- Cloud) Uhh
(Woah) This is weird (Yeah)

Pity pat
(Pat) hit a kitty cat (Cat)
With a pretty bat (Bat)
City stack, Diddy racks my city crash (Crash)
Should he crash? You a widdy wack
Gimme 50 back
(Back)
Shitty snobs
Watch 'em piggyback on my riddy raps
(Raps)
Gotta' glow
Gotta' go more like a gala strobes
(Strobes)
Had a loan
On the rattle bones in the catacombs
(Catacombs)
Got a hoe, what's the matter
Bro? Know you tattle toe
No alomo
Never had a hoe I ain't rappin' fo'!
Yeah, feel like I do not smoke
Enough to rap on this
(This is weird)
Yeah, if I wasn't the first, well
I'm damn shit a catalyst
(Uh, this is weird)
You tweeted 'bout it, so
I guess you an activist
(Uhh this is weird)
Triplet flow, with a dose of the Actavis
(Yeah! Yeah)
Pardon my manners
I just go Bruce with the banner
Spider-Man, shoot with my camera
Then sell it to you with my grammar
I can't play this with my grandma
Her vision impaired
Fuck, shit! Wait a minute, now, fuck this!
All I see geese, pluck shit! (Shit)
All I know is, y'all better duck quick!
(Quick)
Got an album in the tuck, crisp! (Crisp)
Okay, okay, still got the karat Ks (Aye)
I'm like Puffy with a can of mace (Aye)
'Cause these niggas
They ain't got no taste
(Ay)
The bad boys with a family straight
Don't fuck with the Captain
Go Jet Jackson on these action figures
Oh, you run your town?
You a clown, please don't pass the scissors
(What?)

Visine, I see the ghost (Aaah ooh! Ghost)
Behind me, I leave him 'lone
The hype beam shining, like gold
My greed, I need some more (Dos)
Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost)
Behind me, I leave him 'lone
The hype beam shining, like gold
My greed, I need some more (Woah)