Cloud 9 (feat. Brad Thomas)
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I don't usually record high, but like... How else am I 'posed to record this song bruh? When I'm finished with this, I gotta hit the club I'm down to like two grams bruh Aye this loud hella bomb though Like, I'm too high to even care about anything right now dawg Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Let me take another hit and I'll be on my way Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Let me take another hit and I'll be on my way Yeah Roll one up, man this good good got me cappin' out Faded with the homies, I think we done smoked 'bout half an ounce We ain't ever stingy, keep that doobie in rotation Soak up all the vibes, watchin' movies on vacation Chiefin' strong while we hit bongs, up in smoke like Cheech & Chong Take it to the whip, now we hotboxin' with the speakers on Young Rastafari tryna figure out this life thing Smell the terpenes in the air, homie I just might sing I always feel that way every time I kill that jay Meditatin', medicatin', this gon' be a chill ass day Hella tree but now I'm down to my last paper So Bradley came through with the pen and we both blew mad vapors Chakras open from the THC and CBD I and I stay unified, so Babylon please leave me be Put my life on DVD, never finna see me flee Grab the Bic and pass the spliff, I'm chokin' like a masochist Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Let me take another hit and I'll be on my way Yeah, uh Halfway through the blunt, I dozed off Best sleep you'll ever have when you blow ganj' Chiefin' reefer like a Native, all I see is haze Faded illustrations like I live inside a smoke box I don't think ya boy is really high enough (nope) Roll another jay, let me light it up (yup) Smoke big, live long, wake up and get stoned Brain movin' slower than some dial up (dial up) Medical patient, ready to blaze it Keep pushin' forward, no energy wasted Five golden nugs my dispensary's rated This shit is cookies fasho, I can taste it (I can taste it) Yeah, my house is the green lounge Got a pow wow in the livin' room, we choppin' all the trees down Up on cloud 9, spreadin' peace 'round (peace 'round) Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Let me take another hit and I'll be on my way Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Cloud 9 don't seem that far away Let me take another hit and I'll be on my way Aye bro, you tryna grab a bite somewhere? Hell yeah! I'm hella hungry Me too man Shit... Where the f*ck my keys at? What the f*ck? Shit... You just tryna smoke another joint? I'm with it A'ight, f*ck it
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