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letra de cloud hopping - cully

[intro/ hook: cully]

my thoughts is abstract chilling, cubism
caught up in the realism, materialism
a rich man don’t spend his wealth, how he livin?
if a rich man don’t spend his wealth, then how he living?

[verse 1: cully]

maui chillen, fresh out the prison of work, now he livin
cash cow gripping, when the stocks down dipping
fridged from the ice that he rocks round b-tches, copping corporate bonds
long term thinker and loner, his orphans on
life on the edge, plus scotch on the rocks
pay bail for season tickets, spends time in the box
every girl on his arm likes diamonds a lot
lamborghini dreams, in my motherf-cking sleep
and she in there, like “cully i’m trying to drive”
smile to her face, while i’m dying inside
$400 shoes, got a clownish sense of pride
brain wanders when i’m high, gotta fence in my mind
keep it gr-ss fed, roots under my bed
in the form of a cd, undun getting bumped on the weekly
parents think its rap, so it’s done on the sneaky, repeat
a blind person’s dog couldn’t see me
cleaner than a squeegee, unused, i’m the bees knees
organic honey in my cubard
wanna be city dweller, in the cellar of the suburbs

[hook: cully]

my thoughts is abstract chilling, cubism
caught up in the realism, materialism
a rich man don’t spend his wealth, how he livin?
if a rich man don’t spend his wealth, then how he living?

[verse 2: cully]

big boat, super car, nah he’s just rich
plastic surgery to enrich his wife’s t-ts
fix any glitch, then split because he’s ripped, like torn clothes
smoother than a p-rno with two chicks
a bit childish, does cereal not grits
in the waldorf lobby eating cookie crisp
in fishy a situation as eating p-ssy is
from the outside looking into stained gl-ss
sipping holy water out of an engraved flask
set in stone, so no you can’t change that
rock a full metal jacket to a cage match
bleeding out a fake gash, where ya brains at?
where the b-ss at?
better get it asap
wavy on the daily, never best to stay flat
married to the game, don’t wait, engage that
pistol popping at the shotgun wedding
like i don’t give a f-ck if i’m not really ready
some say i’m a k!ller, but i’m not feeling deadly
just heavy on the medley, while your peddling a chevy
not too quick of a pace
and i came to k!ll the game, not to live its place

[hook: cully]

my thoughts is abstract chilling, cubism
caught up in the realism, materialism
a rich man don’t spend his wealth, how he livin?
if a rich man don’t spend his wealth, then how he living?

- cully

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