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letra de cloud surfing - gangrene

[intro: oh no]
i need it from the top
this is history, baby
yeah

[verse 1: oh no]
the wright brothers, the flight’s covered
first class, light puffel, red eye type motherf-cker (motherf-cker)
the loudest smokin’ out in the open
enough to crowd the clouds, chosen
witness how the sky is now closin’ (is now closin’)
frozen, brr, that’s the bit of chills
it’s cold when you flyin’ this high over the lettered hills (the lettered hills)
have you movin’ higher speed, yet you sittin’ still
until the turbulence hit, then you feelin’ like you’re gettin’ k!lled (gettin’ k!lled)
but that ain’t goin’ down, we finna stabilize
pressurize off pure jet fuel, we finna take the skies (take the sky)
my hand on the globe to the naked eye
respectify but get your necklace tied (necklace tied)
that’s a bad passenger, gotta reject the ride
and you ain’t got the juice nor insider for y’all to climb higher (climb higher)
the attitudes at an alltime altitude
longitude, all in line to route the view
the mountain view, i doubt you knew

[interlude: oh no, the alchemist]
i need it from the top (no)
i need it from the top
this is history, baby
uh
[verse 2: the alchemist]
this is pure ascension
racin’ the urus in a trench coat with a fur extension
garments a discount but the man behind the shirt expensive (who?)
let off a sweep, they hoppin’ over cars and hurdle fences
smoke aromatic drug, get beauty sleep on magic rug
burstin’ out the dug-out when they call for the next battle[?]
before i swing, i point to the heaven’s gate
and play the game better than i can explain, so allow me to demonstrate
do morey boogie on a cumulonimbus
i’ma die fresh, what you digest don’t do me no difference (no)
we have now reached a comfortable flyin’ speed
the first of the livin’ double g’s, the last of a dyin’ breed
i’m weightless, whip a sp-ceship
fall out of the clouds like precipitation, i was just on the couch in the bas-m-nt
it’s all how you lay it out, it’s the placement (right)
if i’m not on top of a cloud, then i’ma chase it
foul doctor fix you up with a facelift, uh

[outro]
this is history, baby

- gangrene

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