Are we really just a cloud, drifting pass you now? Do you even know my name, or the sacrifice I made? I've been dreaming of the passing of my brain,
E And I guess you know me, Been in NY so long got Tri-State family Especially Brooklyn shout out to Damati's My bloodline runs deep, unless I don't sleep
yourselves Slice your throats and spurt the blood Paint a wall cloud weather cell A vortex of self Put your tongue in the mouth of the old funnel cloud
: 1,2 Uhh 1,1 1,2 Uhh 1,1 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN [Verse One:] Hey, you, get off my cloud You don'
I came from the London underground Then I took my sound and spread it over ground Yes I'm leveling over clouds I'm on top but holding it down The kings
, tired and feeble I represent for the homeless Let down by a nation More interested in war and invasion When children are sleeping at railway stations
is a Peacock singing to me of my death and yours. I said to her "In the silence of an eye, I shall smile and arise, and see someone I used to know sleeping
worry free entrance into the world's history Never underestimate... never think beyond their thoughts. The satellites have been tapped and Cloud Mountain
it's time to leave Just tryin' to breathe ("I'm just tryin' to breathe") [Evidence] Yeah, tryin' to live, tryin' to eat I stay up, sometimes it's hard, try to sleep
come I keep a waitin' for the train to come Keeping my appointment with the one who lives In the heart of everything that is All night sleeping in a station
that's coming from Tiawana Is supporting my gambling, more marijuana As I expected, we bump confrontation Flex called and said that I should come to the station
Caught your picture in a cloud formation. Sleeping Michelangelo, angel in a bed of snow that's what you are. Lift me up now don't explain. Want you to
with gats Trucks and sport cars spinnin on 24 rats Got a mean nigga facin fuckin 20 to life Now his kids with no father, figure they can't sleep at
the side street movin' single file She say... That's where I'll hold you, sleeping like a child Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon Oh, St. Teresa
clouds and the stars to read Dreaming of the pleasure I'm going to have Watching your hairline recede my vain darling Watching your hair and clouds
I came from the london underground Then I took my sound and spread it over ground Yes I'm leveling over clouds I'm on top but holding it down The kings
clouds and the stars to read Dreaming of the pleasure I'm going to have Watching your hairline recede (My vain darling) Watching your hair and clouds