Cloudstreet

[Intro: Nick Lupi]
Yeah
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Nick Lupi]
This dedicated to the on-tour saviour, crafted by the creator
Favoured by the creatives, in paper, glass or vapour
Best friends with laziness, maybe I'll do it later
But I've mastered my high, I'm focused when I am faded
It only sharpens my grind, takes me to that location
Uncovers parts of my mind, go and ask all my neighbours
A necessary part of the equation
I can pass it if you're waiting, just don't fuck up that rotation
'Cause I'm heading to a place where the music hits you deeper
The meals taste better and my girl lips sweeter
Where people come together with the twisting of the reefer
You can set yourself free with the leaf, uh
So if you see us, we run amok, if you got a tab
Then we can run it up, laugh till we see the sun coming up
Light up weed, just being funny cunts
Deal money bundled up under the bed just like a trundle bunk
We in our own lane they can come to us
All that shit you saying, man, that don't mean none to us
Talk our own slang 'cause it's fun to us
Shit, I'd only dreamed when I was younger I can see in front of us
Roll something up

[Verse 2: Solo]
Now many claim to roll a trumpet up, but we rock up with something
Looking like a fucking blunderbuss, type of blow that's straight
To your head like an uppercut, then we 'bout to send it
Round the room till it's reaching every single one of us
Now I feel the buzz seep into my bloodstream
Giving me sight to see what was unseen
My mind hazy, my stomach is so hungry
I'm straight humpty dumpty letting the skunk numb me
So we gather round tight in a circle
And we pack in the energy
Pass it off to he or she who's standing to the next of me
First time trying just a distant memory, now this is my therapy
I'm attracted by the action of the ritual
The intake got me thinking critical (Ignoring storm warnings)
Like the song say, Cheech and Chong say, take two of these
Pass to the left like Beyoncé and call me in the morning

[Chorus: Solo]
I'm not lost, I'm just not here
It's all my own design
I'm floating through the atmosphere
What I've learned could blow ya mind
So we put it in the air, anytime, anywhere
It's how we do unwind, yeah
From up here, see it all so clear
Cloud Street got me feeling fine, got me feeling fine
Got me feeling fine
It got me feeling, yeah
It got me feeling fine
Yeah

[Verse 3: Jimmy Nice]
Criminal minded, lifted out of my mind
I'm that faded that my old lady couldn't pick me out of a line up
Without my nightly spliff said my shit is out of alignment
Climbing in and out of consciousness, got these doctors advising
Street level pharmacists anonymously prescribin'
Medicine I be burning, keep Ventolin on my person at all times
'Cause I been asthmatic since like four or five, an
Only son of a nurse who would tell me her tragic findings
In order to keep me enlightened or even better frightened
Too late like all my assignments, quarters bought on consignment
My breath is short and I'm tight in the chest, I'm on auto pilot
Smooth on every terrain like we four wheel driving
Keep that shit all in mind when you hearing these verses and you're the high one
Puffin joints out the front of that joint that you bought your Thai from
Kids from that Krylon era getting our rhyme on
Dedicated to those dedicated to getting their vibe on
Gone

[Chorus: Solo]
I'm not lost, I'm just not here
It's all my own design
I'm floating through the atmosphere
What I've learned could blow ya mind
So we put it in the air, anytime, anywhere
It's how we do unwind, yeah
From up here, see it all so clear
Cloud Street got me feeling fine, got me feeling fine
Got me feeling fine
It got me feeling, yeah
It got me feeling fine
Yeah

[Outro: Nick Lupi]
There's a storm coming, you can see it in the clouds
Zig-zags on me, homie, I can see it out
There's a storm coming, you can see it in the clouds
Zig-zags on me, homie, I can see it out
There's a storm coming, you can see it in the clouds
Zig-zags on me, homie, I can see it out
There's a storm coming, you can see it in the clouds
Zig-zags on me, homie, I can see it out