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letra de clouds of smoke - illmac

[verse 1: illmaculate]
i get a high when i’ve risen up from out my lows
i watch my words travel distances around the globe
how fittin’ that i’m lifted but i’m drownin’ slow
sipping angels bathwater, swimmin’ in a cloud of smoke
no plane ticket, backstroking on cloud nine
this taste different, there’s hash on it; no pound sign
was raised different, my fam knows that i’m outside
that fake image that fans going allowed by
and i ain’t calling out names ‘cause i’m past that
top of the food chain, there’s no one to be mad at
peaceful mind, lead the blind that they leave behind
they hate each other
try not to make another’s weakness mine
time to redefine the preaching that i’m doin’
let my message realign all the dreams that i’m pursuin’
try to keep a watchful eye on the things that i’m consumin’
follow leaders blindly
they eagerly lead you to your ruin, it’s true, but…

[hook: illmaculate]
feeling lifted, but i’m drowning slow
swimmin’ in this cloud of smoke
and it’s about time
i just feel that it’s about time
i’m feeling lifted, but i’m drowning slow
swimmin’ in this cloud of smoke
and it’s about time
show me, how high is cloud nine?

[verse 2: goldini bagwell]
20,000 leagues above sea level
at this alt-tude i can simply style on you
no need to squeeze metal
tethered, blowing a .08 off the liquor
but when measured they call me a 7.7
‘cause i’m off the richter
get off my cloud, boy, i’m blowin’ halo cookies
drowning out this cotton mouth
by sipping on a fifth of angel p-ssy
i ain’t no rookie, i’m a professional
matter of fact i’m probably the best you know
taking breast strokes in between pulls of the perfecto
fold up that 97 depeche mode, ultra
oh you in that mainstream? so what?
i’d rather take this high dive with my eyes sewn shut
fall forever, all the better, i’ll live with the scarlet letter
until my lungs and liver are tarred and feathered
it’s cool, put me behind the bar and throw away the keys
‘cause tonight, you’ll be my last call ever, and it’s true…

[hook]

[verse 3: onlyone]
i don’t know what i’m thinking, i can’t tell what ‘no’ is
smoking and drinking, i don’t know what self control is
i got a lot of secrets i don’t tell to no one
that’s probably the reason you sleeping like melatonin
but the way that i’m dreaming, you can smell i’m smokin’
but you won’t see it, you can’t even telescope it
in heaven melting gold smelters bellow smoke
that settles like feathers floating, like you tore a pillow open
search my body from head to toe, stethoscope it
there’s not a jealous bone anywhere my skeletal is
hating on me? a frozen tear for your meta-emotions
you hopin’ with broken mirrors and umbrellas open
professional stroke, head full of smoke
whiter than methadone, c0ke and medical coats
roll a h-ll of a joint like a telephone pole
in a treaty the seminole’s broke, and burn it like emilie rose

[hook]

- illmac

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