In The Clouds

Feels like the right time, I might fly ooo
It must be my time, I’m out like woo
No bitch can touch me, I slide right ooo
No nann can touch me

Won’t be no races
(Be no races)
Won’t be no faces
(Be no faces)
Won’t be no “Oh, queen, you look good, you slaying”
(But damn I’m slaying, yeah)
Won’t be no let down
(Let down)
Can’t be no changing
(No changing)
Won’t be no “next to time, you’ll get there, just waiting.”
(Done wit waitin’, yeah)

Won’t be fuck boys
(Fuck boys)
That shit been old news
(Old news)
Won’t be no throwback to dark days I went through
(Tired of fuck boys)
No more exposure
(No more)
This ain’t no sing along
(Let’s go)
In the clouds now, I can’t help you see it all