Clouds

[Chorus]
I don’t know why I’m feeling like I’m flying high up in the clouds
Woah!
And I feel like I’m living life at the speed of light, not slowing down
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!

[Verse 1]
I ain’t make the big leagues yet but you know I’m still swinging
Still balling, I don’t need Ferrari's to get these wheels spinning (Ugh)
Call me what you want, I call myself “dedicated”
Demonstrated that if we all die then I’ma die later (I’m a dilator)
I’ma end it on a high note like Mariah Carey (Woo!)
I had dreams of fucking Halle Berry
Used to beg God when I sat there praying, even said I’d add a pound of cherries (Okay)
How you bitches fruity like a pile of berries? (How?)
Look, you could catch a stray, dog pound (Woof)
And you know, I tend to stay where it’s hot out (Woof)
Cause it’d be a cold day in fucking hell you’d ever see LoD change just to? (Cop crowds)
Ain’t a cop, but I do got this shit on lock (Uh huh)
And it’s tough that I used to fucking live off props
Fake shit, I probably could’ve spit sick shit raw
If I took criticism better, listened hard

[Chorus]
I don’t know why I’m feeling like I’m flying high up in the clouds
Woah!
And I feel like I’m living life at the speed of light, not slowing down
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!

[Verse 2]
I started rapping with my Google Docs (Okay?)
Shooting shots at mumble rappers sorta like a coup de grace
Know a few of y’all will remember that era (Yeah)
That Bazooka song or Never Surrender (That was a-)
Time and place unlike any other
If the paper got low then we might kill each other (Facts)
That’s a double entendre, if you didn’t catch that, don’t worry, hakuna matata (It means)
Shit went down, where the low fruits at (Where?)
And I’m looking at the pad where I wrote some raps (Okay)
Just cause I bit the bullet doesn’t mean I won’t shoot back
I got the underarmor on like my old shoe racks
Don’t you act like I ain’t put in work
And I’m standing my ground, I stood on my turf
And I mustered the courage, I put it to words
And I’m giving you the bird, it’s a gift and a curse

[Chorus]
I don’t know why I’m feeling like I’m flying high up in the clouds
Woah!
And I feel like I’m living life at the speed of light, not slowing down
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!

[Verse 3]
I flip it (Yeah)
Acrobatics like a gymnast (Yeah)
Shit it’s like I’m immigrating like the pilgrims
Went from being grounded to shooting for the stars (Stars)
I’m living proof that music has a heart (Heart)
I was on the verge of losing, battle scars (Scars)
Across my chest, wounds are deep, man, it’s fucking hard (Hard)
But the future played a part, I knew that I had it large
If I put my mind to it, poof, made a spark and
My goal was to move from trailer homes
Hang in there, that’ll break the news like an anchor though
Haters say I wanna know what you are complaining for
Still gonna land shots, Tory Lanez to Megan’s toe
People don’t like me, I say ‘’I feel the same way’’
Dealing with these god damn vultures but I ain’t Ye
Say what I do is cash grab, where’s the payday?
I do this cause I live this, and I ain’t changed cause I

[Chorus]
I don’t know why I’m feeling like I’m flying high up in the clouds
Woah!
And I feel like I’m living life at the speed of light, not slowing down
Woah!
I don’t know why I’m feeling like I’m flying high up in the clouds
Woah!
And I feel like I’m living life at the speed of light, not slowing down
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!