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)
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
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