, I'm a cloud And these words they seldom come out When I looked into her eyes, I cared enough to wonder why She'd want a cloud that's fucking around
I'm a cloud. And these words they seldom come out. When I looked into her eyes I cared enough to wonder why She'd want a cloud that's *fucking around.*
me I'm just a cloud watching the moon rise These mother fuckers stepped on me Tried to fuck me from behind 'Cause I'm a cloud And I am so afraid And
I'm blowin on and 8th or more touring for my paper boy before I hit the club I need a blunt a two a three a four bad bitches thirsty for stars with mad
I slept with cutty chrome I see hoes on the phone Carmel and Butterscotch.. they both got ass And I'm thinking to myself should I waste that gas So I
hi, stayin' hi, on the mutha fuckin street Should I let a nigga live? Should I let a nigga die? I should watch a nigga cry As da tears hit
I'm saying (yeah) Straight runnin. wild (realize) doing their thang, yeah For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah) John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying
