Latyrx - Cloud #9 (Version) lyrics

(feat. Gift Of Gab, The , Joyo Velarde) The past is a thing who approached you and asked if he wrote you a note And then he quoted you with poems All the things you pursue, anything to see you front too Who's zooming who It's a privelage that's known as lyricism I must admit this is a bit embara**ing But can I be characteristically caffinated Apple-cinnamon and licorice thoughts of 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 There ain't no need to freak out, just peep out There ain't no one way to do nothing baby Sailing through the crab-shoot of life not knowing where we're going But don't evade me [Chorus] When I self-emerge myself into a microphone, hey When I shoot the wind I drift away with oxygen and out of sight I'm gone There is no stopping time I'm on cloud number nine The Cloud of Dreams [Lateef] See it like this baby Like you got sunlight and then you got the shade You got the gra** bright green and then you got the pavement Got your whole life for 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 you become, thrown away But hold on Know you're strong so keep your grip Cause they'll be trying there best to trip you Still, we 'gon carry it home We've come so far we've got infinite future Keep the soul, the bloodline flowing on It's like your mom says, baby-bubba Don't you worry, pray You'll discover A brand new place Somewhere or another Where you'll get your things straight Then in order Better have your issues covered like the world reporter Concepts over-flow over air and water How many people missing this times importance Every moment that pa**ses seems that time is shorter Then you reach your ultimate height will all the colors Represent your life, yourself, just know your culture Then you'll keep it rooted in your mind of polluted love Non-convoluted with the righteous result [Chorus x2] When I self-emerge myself into a microphone, hey When I shoot the wind I drift away with oxygen and out of sight I'm gone There is no stopping time I'm on cloud number nine The Cloud of Dreams