Clouds!

All my niggas they too wild, they too crunk turn this shit up
Fuck the system in your trunk like
All my niggas they too wild, they too crunk turn this shit up
Fuck the system in your trunk like
All my niggas they too wild, they too crunk turn this shit up
Fuck the system in your trunk like
All my niggas they too wild, they too crunk turn this shit up
Fuck the system in your trunk like

And Im just distant from it all
Steady going through withdrawls
Plus the Bank just called
I aint got no money on my card
And I popped another bar
Fell asleep, forgot the ones I wrote the night before
How I'm suppose to make it as a star?
When the niggas in the mirror tearing me apart
I'd pick the pieces up but don't know where to start
It's like a puzzle
And bitch Im puzzled
My vision and problems doubled
Trapped inside a bubble
I wanna, roam amongst the Shuttles
And UFO's that Hover
So far away you need a Hubble, oh shit

All my niggas they too wild, they too crunk turn this shit up
Fuck the system in your trunk like
All my niggas they too wild, they too crunk turn this shit up
Fuck the system in your trunk like
All my niggas they too wild, they too crunk turn this shit up
Fuck the system in your trunk like
All my niggas they too wild, they too crunk turn this shit up
Fuck the system in your trunk like



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Writer(s): Austin Mclendon
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