Clouds

[Hook: Emily Anderson]
Oh, what a wonderful life this is
Party every single night, steady light the spliff
We're gonna get as high as we want to
You oughta know you can fly if you want to
You can find us up above the clouds
They say what goes up must come down
But we don't, no we won't

[Intro]
Light a blunt
Davideo, Stay Gold Ninety-One

[Verse 1: Davideo]
Yeah, I'm feeling blessed today
Flying like a bird, resting in a nest of haze
My chest ablaze, find me in the hookah smoke
We blowing up with classic flavor like Bazooka Joe
It's like nowadays I could never write enough
So I just rip, strip, pack, roll, lick, and light it up
You got a girl and you could say that that bitch crazy?
The remedy is baking trees until you get hazy
The meanest green you've ever seen, Oscar the Grouch pushin'
Grinch smoke, pinch, don't drop on the couch cushions
You battle me, you cats receive your just desserts
As I scream emcees act soft, get served
I deserve what's coming to me, running through these
Other Looney Tunes, but nothing funny 'bout me
Doing this for love of music
And not for any kind of monetary gain
Or momentary fame, I've made a promise to the game
No failure in my sight lines, write and then recite rhymes
Lighting diambista with my people sippin' white wine
Surrounded by opportunities and pathways
Fast-lane living, hard not to give into bad taste
But I don't ever talk shit
I'll kick it with anybody so long as the sock fits
Yeah, a lot of risk to be taken within this rapping stuff
But that don't make a difference providing you want it bad enough, son

[Hook: Emily Anderson]
Oh, what a wonderful life this is
Sleep when I'm dead, what a night this is
We're gonna get as high as we want to
You oughta know you can fly if you want to
Hit after hit, gotta savor it
Does anybody know what day it is?
But we don't, no we won't

[Verse 2: Davideo]
I'm sipping on a fifth of Jack, slipping on my thinking cap
And spitting out the finest bars like the type we drinking at
Hitting the pinkest panther, blowing up like this a Panzer
Solving problems while these other rappers simply didn't answer
It's like I'm getting cancer out of my cells
The way this hip-hop is hotter than a foundry in Hell
You know I'm bound to be selling some platinum records in the future
But fuck the paper, trying to have a platinum attitude first
When I be battling, rappers are tapping instantly
'Cus ain't nobody got the skills you need to rap with this emcee
So let me kick a free and after we can hit the trees
Like we on a mountain, blindfolded, with some shitty skis
Don't ever pity me, I might not stand apparent yet
But please believe I stand behind my shit like this a pair of decks
I'm just preparing to be selling out some shows and
Never gon' be folding, soon they'll tell me that I'm golden
I'm holding microphones close to where my heart sits
Artist, spark spliffs, never trying to start shit
Say I'm what you hope to be, ain't nobody as dope as me
And openly I'm smoking weed, I roll the greenest potpourri
The flow can be described as immaculate when I'm rapping
This passionate lad to pat the backs of marijuana activists
Packing this bowl, blunt, dro crumbs, roll one
Hold it in as long as you can 'fore you let it go, son

[Hook: Emily Anderson]
Oh, what a wonderful life this is
Party every single night, steady light the spliff
We're gonna get as high as we want to
You oughta know you can fly if you want to
You can find us up above the clouds
They say what goes up must come down
But we don't, no we won't

[Outro]
Fuck gravity!