Cloud Surfing

We can, on the weekend
We can sleep in, sleepin'

Her knees weak from the deepin', Deep in

We be leapin'
We're leapin'

Hop off to the next car
Skeet'n, skeet'n

On her face
She be leaking
Leaking

On the clouds we be sleeping
Sleepin'

Matter of fact, we be

Cloud surfing
Bag searching
Oh what? She's wet?
So insert it!

This bubbly got me burping
Like the clouds never touch the surface

And its likely
She's a wifey
All I see is she's so icy

With all white airforce ones
Yeah so Nike

That's a lot of spicy
That's a lot of fucking ice cream

Swim deep
Ocean blue
You could see

Fishes swim into fishers
Go cry me a river

She tookity-took a bite of my heart
Like a fucking shark that was hidden in the dark

Yuh
I could get shit messy
She's already like a spaghetti
Confetti, when I blow up
And she's sexy

And I got all these bitches in my business just like a fucking stock

I'm a star
Watching all these pieces fall apart

I'm way too far
I'm way too far

Deep in, leapin'
On the clouds we be sleepin'
We'll be cloud surfing...

Looking at this bitch

Like she told me to come and get her
I didn't text her back but I gave a her a fucking letter

I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
If she runs inside she will slip n die

Going over their heads
Like I'm goku on the nimbus
If they didn't see the vision
Then I gotta do division

I was sent on a mission
To cause collision
Given what was only fucking written
Living forever, but living out the vision

Like a white shark
You's a dominos
Watch you fall apart

Tip toeing 'round my name
You'll see a spark, in the dark
I started with that ghostown in... park

Bitches love my fitness
I'm not fitted
You got written
Playing kitten
I'm not kidding

You never cleaned them dirty dishes
Oh my world!
Speaking of that
No bullshit, straight with the facts
I don't want to get into that
Trade every chickity-chick for my mac

Loving a bitch like I'm just tied
Loving a bitch like I'm just tired

I'm on cloud nine
I will always fly high
Stars in my mind
I got stars in my mind

Ooh-woah

We can, on the weekend
We can sleep in, sleepin'

Her knees weak from the deepin', Deep in

We be leapin'
We're leapin'

Hop off to the next car
Skeet'n, skeet'n

On her face
She be leaking
Leaking

On the clouds we be sleeping
Sleepin'

Matter of fact we be

(CG ON THE BEAT)



Credits
Writer(s): Miguel Duarte
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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