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a sunny day, why don't we play in Central Park,
Can't even find a cloud in the sky,
No need to stop for a sigh,
We got what money can't buy.

Say, we can

Sterling
Bass : Dean Warren
Drums : Rob Kurzreiter
Programming : Geo 
Recorded By : Geo / Dean


socan

Walking by faith don't need my eyesight
I'm up clouds like a thief in the night

tryna get God can't keep his stride
They say  we cappin, runnin with pride

im anything to go by
You asking
No why
Just passing wind as I go by
Deny my attempt at masking the farting
You got big nose roxanne steve martin
Sunny

Rita
(Hit or miss, hit or miss, hit or miss)

The hits are heavy but the misses are frequent
James Dean, juvenile delinquent
(Oh oh)

There's no

Eyes of an angel
Music and lyrics by Beverley Dean
Piano by Ollie Lepage-Dean
Arranged by Didier Dessers
In tribute to Laure Nobels (1995-2012)

you stay by 
Feel me when I'm in the clouds
 call me head high

Saying don't you cry
Saying damn baby please don't cry
Everytime I look inside
I feel

The Answer

Tech N9ne

Dominion

2017

inadequate knowing it's not anyone higher
Up!
That is where I am bitch
Up in the clouds eating a industry sandwich look it I can spit cutting 'em up
And is

out the clouds "turnt up"
And these worth bucks, fuck ifs or maybes
Yeah surfs up harlem hoes say I'm "wavy", LA girls say I'm "holetiyyght"
I leave

was lost in the cloud
My sturdy ten on solid ground
I don't fuck around with these damn clowns
Chasin' around these damn jawns
All week long
Just to get

Different Time Zones

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off

Different Time Zones

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off

ain't dead yet
Rough around the edges but his clothes are clean
Hayseed dressed up like James Dean

And any way I play it well I can't get him to say

night, bugged and burgled by Presidents
We slept beneath the Star Wars
Dreaming of our Nazi past
To wake up one day beside James Dean
Were with him still

choppers, i'ma fly till I've passed the clouds
Never getting tired of the time I've been buying out
Gotta chop em often till am filled with these slice I've

by these devils

With my flock of rebels
Trying to move mountains
Pebble by pebble
Moving the levels
Tryin to get the medals
Not the one to settle
When

She steals the morning
 From a sunset still on water
She brightens the day
While clouds precipitate from clutter
She'll light up the night with

yeah, as I pass the clouds
I'm going up, up, up, and away from here
I ain't coming down, so, watch me disappear
I'ma get stoned, yeah, I'ma smoke that

a second will go by
I think about it all the time
I'd been up all night
See pain through my third eye
If it rain that's cloud 9
Then come the sunshine
I

Yeah, Yeah
I feel like Mike Dean, way I'm pressin these keys
Ima call my nigga Jessup, gimme just what I need
This shit is a breeze, you niggas never

out, I never choose to hunt for clouds
Evaporating rain steaming off the pavement 
Returning to the firmament from whence it came
It's all circular

Perfect for a late night saturday
Dean Martin lifting our cares away
When marimba rhythm starts to play
Taking every minute with a little grain of salt
Shut

are not the same
I'm from a different cloud
You want Benjamins
I want gold bars
To be honest
I wanna own the fucking stars
Rabbit in the Mask
Sippin'

don't wanna live for the now I wanna live for those in clouds
Looking down telling me stay grounded
And keep living for the moment in life
When you better