Clouds

Yeah

[Hook]
You can tell I wrote this shit in summer
You can tell me I should take life serious, that doesn't mean I'm gonna
I wanna be high 'til I'm a goner
There ain't no pride in none-o'
I'm doing everything I'm told to and I don't wanna so
Keep your advise, I'd rather be all alone

[Verse 1]
Way back when we was convinced the rest of the world was against us
Nobody left we could turn to
Too young to accept what we were
Adolescents that had a lesson to learn
Could of never have imagined this life
Feel like I switched sides
With everybody I used to envy, when I felt down and empty inside
Since back in the day I've been hell-bent on getting paid
If you ain't gonna help then fuck you, I'm gonna make it myself then
If they act stingy, Aidan will tell them
Without a clear mind and a clear heart, you ain't lasting long
They just wanna be part of what we started and tag along
Came to win, I don't take losses
Put a shift in on days off
Scruffy little estate yob
Took a risk and it paid off

[Verse 2]
This one's for my nephew Noah
I hope you hear this when you grow up
I just wanted to say I don't know what it's like in the future
Could be a zombie apocalypse or a world war
Just know life can be hard sometimes but it's all worth it when you get what you work for
My only advise is take no one's advise
And live the way you want to, if you know that that's right
The thought of losing makes my heart skip a beat
I took charge the second I barged in the scene
Rule it with an iron fist like Stark Industries' artillery
I just want some zeros in my bank lock
Some O's in my stash box
It's closed with a padlock
Some hope for the have-nots
And I hope that all my friends make it by the time that I've got rich
'Cause if they don't, who the fuck am I gonna race my yachts with?
You rappers ain't doing nothing new, you're just plagiarists
I do this in the hope there's somebody who can relate to it
Gospel music for atheists (Amen, amen, yo)