"Clouds" lyrics
(feat. Langston Bristol & Curren$y)
[Intro:]
This concludes the No Pressure program
[Logic:]
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally got this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
Take two, take one
Chillin' in the cut with my son and his baby mama
I was gonna hit the road but I'm staying longer
Doing whatever the fuck I wanna do when I wanna do it
People thinking they know it but they never knew it
What it be like, the spotlight
The hot takes and long nights
Yellin' at nobody and winning all of the wrong fights, it's alright
I'm off like a flight, took a left, did it right, what a sight
Knowing everything gon' be alright, that K. Dot 2015
It seem the art that I make over they heads like the Sistine
It really feel like ain't nobody ever listening
That's why I do it for me and the homies and nobody else
Making beats in my room by myself
Kinda funny how my last studio cost seven zeros
But I make the best shit when I'm all alone in my room
College Park coming soon
In the dark going off to the tune and the 808 boom
I stay with the trees like a baboon
Flow kinda fast but it's chill like a pocket full of valium
Head up in the clouds but I'm coming down soon, yeah
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
[Langston Bristol:]
Lowkey tryna get trophies with my dawgs (Woof)
Surely, you'll see my face smilin' on the front of a billboard (Soon)
Truth is that I got a blueprint and I'm finna use it, nigga, let's get it
I'm tryna get a brand new coupe, she gon' wonder where the roof at when she get in it
(Wheels spinnin')
While I'm on the e-way, I wish life was easy
If you a hater, then get the fuck up out the way
I only hang with my teammates
Pass the ball to me, mane
(My niggas, they real, they trill, yeah, all them stick to the code)
(If you start fakin' over here), I look you dead in the soul and tell you
[Logic:]
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
[Curren$y:]
She was in and out my suite all fashion week
Studio up in here, sweet, I was crashin' beats
'Cause the paper don't sleep and my loved ones have knees
And my son need everything I never had times three
You's a cold motherfucker, my homies always remind me
They lift me up like that bomb weed
And this palm never found seas
Just nugs, that's buzz, probably spoke of retirement
Dawg, all we get out of it was a "Best of..."
Uh, greatest, here's some real lies
If you can still make time for the family playin'
But still make time for blazin' shit
Inspirational ass motherfucker, ask my brother
Hustles like no other, rose from my situ'
Rolls Royces by the gutter
Bad bitch itchin' to send her buns on the butter
Like her but I don't love her
Push her to do better but I don't shove her
Besides, your bitch, she's watchin' Deep Cover
Gucci rollaway bag, Louis V duffel
This concludes the No Pressure program
[Logic:]
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally got this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
Take two, take one
Chillin' in the cut with my son and his baby mama
I was gonna hit the road but I'm staying longer
Doing whatever the fuck I wanna do when I wanna do it
People thinking they know it but they never knew it
What it be like, the spotlight
The hot takes and long nights
Yellin' at nobody and winning all of the wrong fights, it's alright
I'm off like a flight, took a left, did it right, what a sight
Knowing everything gon' be alright, that K. Dot 2015
It seem the art that I make over they heads like the Sistine
It really feel like ain't nobody ever listening
That's why I do it for me and the homies and nobody else
Making beats in my room by myself
Kinda funny how my last studio cost seven zeros
But I make the best shit when I'm all alone in my room
College Park coming soon
In the dark going off to the tune and the 808 boom
I stay with the trees like a baboon
Flow kinda fast but it's chill like a pocket full of valium
Head up in the clouds but I'm coming down soon, yeah
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
[Langston Bristol:]
Lowkey tryna get trophies with my dawgs (Woof)
Surely, you'll see my face smilin' on the front of a billboard (Soon)
Truth is that I got a blueprint and I'm finna use it, nigga, let's get it
I'm tryna get a brand new coupe, she gon' wonder where the roof at when she get in it
(Wheels spinnin')
While I'm on the e-way, I wish life was easy
If you a hater, then get the fuck up out the way
I only hang with my teammates
Pass the ball to me, mane
(My niggas, they real, they trill, yeah, all them stick to the code)
(If you start fakin' over here), I look you dead in the soul and tell you
[Logic:]
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for so long (Y- Y- Y- Y- Yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
[Curren$y:]
She was in and out my suite all fashion week
Studio up in here, sweet, I was crashin' beats
'Cause the paper don't sleep and my loved ones have knees
And my son need everything I never had times three
You's a cold motherfucker, my homies always remind me
They lift me up like that bomb weed
And this palm never found seas
Just nugs, that's buzz, probably spoke of retirement
Dawg, all we get out of it was a "Best of..."
Uh, greatest, here's some real lies
If you can still make time for the family playin'
But still make time for blazin' shit
Inspirational ass motherfucker, ask my brother
Hustles like no other, rose from my situ'
Rolls Royces by the gutter
Bad bitch itchin' to send her buns on the butter
Like her but I don't love her
Push her to do better but I don't shove her
Besides, your bitch, she's watchin' Deep Cover
Gucci rollaway bag, Louis V duffel
