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letra de cloudy - framig

[intro]
i watch the clouds go by
my mind trips out of town, out of.. what!?
i saw it in the prophecy
insomnia is drowning me
i guess that’s my anxiety

[verse 1]
i’m just a little tad bit off
the balcony michael jackson was dangling his kid off
the factory settings versus the true mastery default
of a patersonian trapped in a damaging nightmare
uh, earlier this week i was tortured
before that, it was uncle with the heater bouta torch him
supernova to the superego, topaz turtle
i woke up expecting a bullet entering/leaving my torso
i’m breathing, wondering how many
l!cks does it take to get to the center of wealth?
life’s a b-tch, should i live in sin and then send her to h-ll?
or slip on cinderella’s heel in the city of silk
gripping the silver lining’s steering wheel is francis miguel
but you can’t paint the picture to figure me out
can’t drain the ocean to see what the f-ck i’m about
i’m keeping it together, steady holding my head up
like a ufo is shining its light directly in front of my house

[hook]
i watch the clouds go by
my mind trips out of town
from the east to the west side
i lose track of time
i saw it in the prophecy
anxiety is drowning me
my thoughts mix and roam
i take the long way home

[verse 2]
i was flowing as an embryo
floating from the chemicals
hope to be one day flooring at 4 am
through florence in a foreign ufo
four grammys on the pedestal, forty grams of weed
framig’s on the episode so grab a seat
ain’t n0body higher, it’s the pilot hi fiver
with a pile of hot lava and a pocket full of gold
powder blue coffin, i shine at my darkest hour
he-rs- with exhaust fumes barking, park it slow
basquiat the box, make it pop out
arrive in the ground like a pop star
popped out the bubble with a thought or two
made her melt like a summer day to a popsicle
who knew it was possible swinging the pendulum
binging on benjamins, bringing the bread to kin
pick up the pen again
divine handler, wine tester, dime getter, wide spectrum
i never dodge icy winters, i stretch ‘em
i guess these rhymes are a wise investment

[outro]
cloudy, cloudy, cloudy
i still end up in a coffin
cloudy, cloudy, cloudy
i still end up in a coffin
cloudy, cloudy, cloudy
i still end up in a coffin
cloudy, cloudy, cloudy
i still end up in a coffin

- framig

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