Gift Of Gab - Cloud #9 lyrics

[Lyrics Born] The past is a dude who approached you and asked if he wrote you a note And maybe quoted you a poem Told a few jokes too, anything to see you front too Who's who and who It's a privelage the name is Lyricist I must admit this is a bits embara**ing But can I peak your interest over decaffinated Apple-cinnamon and licorice talk some jibberish And we can reminisce about the history we're making right now Live a little Let your whims control your limbs Let the wind uphold your wings Let your friends stay home again Just give into your sins and unfold your linens and unroll your ribbons Don't give your body time to react, just relax Just lean back, your seat back It ain't no need to freak out, just leap out It ain't no one way to do nothing baby Sailing through the crap-shoot of life knowing where we're going But don't evade me *Chorus* Cause I just love to merge myself into the microphone, and When I shoot the gift I drift away when I rejoin and out of sight awhile Sound of stopping time I'm on cloud number nine Fly with me [Lateef] See it like this baby Like you got sunlight and then you got the shades Got your gra** bright green and then you got the pavement Got your whole life the sights you've seen and things you did And the gravy The only place you're staying is the changes that you making Grow, hold on, try and take it on yourself But when you do it, when you get it it becomes, thrown away Uh hold on Know you're strong so keep your grip Cause they'll be trying there best to trip ya Still, you 'gon carry it on You come so far and got infinite future Keep the soul, the bloodline flowing on It's like your mom says, baby-bubba Don't you worry You'll discover A brand new place Somewhere or another Or you get your things straight And in order Better have your issues covered like the world reporter Concepts over-flow over every border How many will be getting this time important Every moment that pa**ses seems that time is shorter Then you reach your ultimate height with all the colors Represent your life, yourself, just know your culture It'll keep you rooted in your mind unpolluted bloodline Convoluted with the righteous result *Chorus X2* Cause I just love to merge myself into the microphone, and When I shoot the gift I drift away when I rejoin and out of sight awhile Sound of stopping time I'm on cloud number nine Fly with me