See the clouds adrift so far below Ever changing as they come and go; Makes me wonder why I'm up so high When really I am down so low Of all the wonders
blasphemy Chorus: Prince Ital Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de name of de Lord
: Standing on the waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing. Distant ships sailing into the mist, You were
of patch work cotton A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head. A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in. Clouds and chasing
fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch me Yo, check these up top murderous Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud
, I flip pounds, I spit rounds I'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds I'm not a rapper
: I knew this girl who was drowning talented and pseudo She was bound to computers just to make her bread She would keep her head down though her feelings
groan in your stomach They say his words were written in red They said his blood's the wine His flesh was the bread Clouds from Heaven covered his head
world map that beats on my chest My eyes are planets twirlin' in my mind is gigantic Mental aneurysm, comets, astroids invaded my system Satellite camera vision, smart clouds
the garden of temptation Try to provoke your fate Ignore the shining mysteries Dance, for their dying joy Sing, for their hopeless cries The clouds
A Fag I'm A Young Country Nigga, Uncut Like Snow Make Them Young Bloodz Get Down On The Flo' Make Them Young Niggas Put Candy On The Let [?] You Got Clouds
leather And the polished wood of his bed No more than a baby feeding swans on the river Holding the hands of his mother And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread
Just another wandering soul Adrift among the stars Just another human heart Led, led away He put his shoes on and he laid down Outside the clouds were
want to be like Superman I want to be like Superman Superman Superman wish I could fly like Superman Woke up this morning, what did I see A big black cloud
I kneel to pray, whenever I need to find a way I?m calling out your name Whenever those dark clouds hide the moon Whenever those dark clouds hide the
I say goodbye to Cinnamon Street. Springtime is here and the air is so dry and sweet. I walk in a cloud, the smell of cinnamon bread, it's in my blood
holding you down Thats kind of true you are holding me down You thought that flow I was over it now But Im happy being fly I am over the clouds Iv got
diamonds Until I get the spade and Im buried in the silence Underground but I aim for the clouds I got my feet on the ground well at least for now I need bread