Cloudy Feelin
Hurry up pass me the weed or some
Eyes low n shit
Put down the weed
Just for the lyrics
Pickup the joint
For Cloudy Feelings
I can feel drums all in my spirit
Laying down the words out for my healing
Niggas feel the pain when I aim at the ceiling
Put 30s on a range make it rain like a villain
A fact to be insane in the brain for a minute
A couple niggas changed
For a chance of the riches
Reflecting on the views
Shit make me confused
Mmm... 40 floors up
That's the helicopter news
See the pain in my eyes
Always needing a cry
Sadness indeed
Mentally shy
Roll up the weed
Lost in the sky
Different man on earth
I ain't needing no disguise
A beast in my territory
Niggas wouldn't try
To bleed must be bled
Call my woes out the tribe
D n G the shoes
Simple tee the vibes
Masterpiece the left
With yo hoe on my right
Niggas catch the hee
If they not trynna survive
A world full of Gs
You choose to be A I
I pick up the liquor
Now I'm steady Chillen
All I'm thinking bout is
How we gon to get these millions
Now I put in work
Bank account balance jiggin
Got too many sauce
Been increasing my mcchicken
Put down the weed
Just for the lyrics
Pickup the joint
For Cloudy Feelings
I can feel drums all in my spirit
Laying down the words out for my healing
Eyes low n shit
Put down the weed
Just for the lyrics
Pickup the joint
For Cloudy Feelings
I can feel drums all in my spirit
Laying down the words out for my healing
Niggas feel the pain when I aim at the ceiling
Put 30s on a range make it rain like a villain
A fact to be insane in the brain for a minute
A couple niggas changed
For a chance of the riches
Reflecting on the views
Shit make me confused
Mmm... 40 floors up
That's the helicopter news
See the pain in my eyes
Always needing a cry
Sadness indeed
Mentally shy
Roll up the weed
Lost in the sky
Different man on earth
I ain't needing no disguise
A beast in my territory
Niggas wouldn't try
To bleed must be bled
Call my woes out the tribe
D n G the shoes
Simple tee the vibes
Masterpiece the left
With yo hoe on my right
Niggas catch the hee
If they not trynna survive
A world full of Gs
You choose to be A I
I pick up the liquor
Now I'm steady Chillen
All I'm thinking bout is
How we gon to get these millions
Now I put in work
Bank account balance jiggin
Got too many sauce
Been increasing my mcchicken
Put down the weed
Just for the lyrics
Pickup the joint
For Cloudy Feelings
I can feel drums all in my spirit
Laying down the words out for my healing
Credits
Writer(s): Stravensky Similien
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