Chris Webby - Cloud 9 lyrics

[Hook: Jarren benton] I said we're on Cloud 9 It's where you wanna be Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow We get it where we fit in, ain't nobody gotta know I said we on cloud 9 It's where you wanna be I take a look at you, you can take a look at me Clothes fall off, we floating in the air We do it how we do it get it and nothing compares Said we're on cloud nine [Verse1: Wrekonize] Crack open a capsule Pa** me the parcel Feelin' like a chemical imbalance She always said i had talent But i never had the balance to be sippin' And i'm drinking in the gallons b**h never seem to get i'm Richie Valens Fly til i die, sky high madam Digging in the life till i'm the dirt up in the talons I'm always gonna bagging since school pant sagging Bad bin in the bottom of a cup and Nobody can never tell him what the health risks are Ben ten and the many motherf**ers Are basically coming up to get the hell up outa dodge Call me hell boy, satancy Rap like, for others it ain't safe to breathe Give me all the goods and counting get me paper please I be hittin' cloud nine with a strange disease Some call it dope, some call it ill I just call it whatever i'm feeling in the middle of the moment Everything i do i own it so when i'm calm Nah pick my body up and serve it in the (Mooma?) Doing molly when wildin' with mona, lisa Leaks the seat to you when i zone off Heaps of frequent feats we need the loaner Probably wonder how i think i need me a corona And Miami with the women are the type that wanna take your soul Just keep your guard up high and alive, don't be running 'round alone We got nothing but some time and the rhyme for the crowds we know Give me a fat a**, ounce indigo to the clouds we go [Hook] [Verse2: Bernz?] (Maaaaaaan) What the f**, is everybody in here high I know you are,you are and she is And motherf**er so am i It's so right, tap the bottle and twist it right Take it down, turn it up for the night One time for the wookie on my back Hes got a f**ing addiction to that jack Along with that high grade, i'm flying bae If i leave too much don't bother me I got a strobe light point it in my eye With the future playing loose inside my mind So surfs up motherf**er, i'm wavy One to the head, two for my ladies This game boulevard looking like its Ozz And i'm Tony Montana in the 80s These girls with ropes they choke us all when i provoke I seen episodes of that show Control my high and fly straight, the pry state The sun raise, not comatose, so lift off I'm lost, my face is numb the clothes get ripped off (In the motel, they call it air barrage with a private dance So shake your a** in the thong, to the song???) Got a stash that will last all weekend And a b**h with me ready for the freaking My room is reaking, but i don't give a sh** Cause i'm lit and i'm feeling so decent Ripped from a piece on that ganj for relief Only the best[.....] [Everybody need a time just for relief?] [Hook] [Jarren benton] f** cloud nine b**h i float on 17 Cigarillo filled with weed, a cup of promethazine k** a mothaf**a put his head in a guillotine Black tar herion it came from the philippines [eddie cane?] n***a doin coke in a limosine This sh**'ll blow a n***as face to smitharines 3 weeks clean, relapsed im still a fiend Heaven in a bag and its wrapped in cellophane You can see the high in my iris Best of both worlds b**h miley cyrus Hit a n***a hard like a fiery virus Brain dead can i feel a [......] Huff glue, sniff paint cans and nitrous Smoke more dope than them boys in Cyprus Hill, [...i keep with irish]? Crush it up, sniff it baby girl now try this My homeboy cook it in the kitchen They be like, "jarren dawg you need an intervention" The sh** that i be on will have you outta this dimension When you touch back to earth ya have ya f**in' brain missin' 12 pack of them PBRahs Is a n***a dead? you know CPRah? Break inside ya f**in momma house took a couple diamond rings, tvs, and a VCRahs Jesus i need help, life [....] with no seatbelt Let the f**in heat melt Every single gram in the bong Inhale, exhale, loud pack take a deep smell Drug abusin [stuck here im always come and get me houston?] Hope it ain't too soon, but Damn a n***a gone off the same dope that f**ed up whitney houston Hook [Chris webby] Im on d**! I dont care to mention All i know is me, MAYDAY!, and Jarren Benton On cloud 9 flying through the air ascending Til my family and friends throw an intervention We be doin' this In a goddamn cumulus We don't need jet, blue ya b**h We lookin' down at the moon and sh** You don't have to like me(i don't give two sh**s!) Kiss my a** and bite me Stay f**ed up poppin' caps all nightly Up on cloud 9 f**in' Aphrodite Go so hard i'ma need 2 turns And we don't give a f** about the weed you burn Cuz we got so much that we stay surrounded by the green like a guest in between 2 ferns,? Single chicks[....]clothing And the rainfall consists of beer and codeine Living life like a young Hunter S Thompson And this a re-enactment of fear and loathing Phone says "roaming" and im very Lost in the clouds yo, i dont care b (take another shot?) you dont gotta double dare me Nah nah you ain't gotta double dare me Yea man im blowin up Sippin out my solo cup Ever since my first blunt Webby's never sobered up Light one up let down yo hair Cuz up here ain't nobody gone care Up and away so f** it i see you up there! [Hook]