Stevie Crooks - Cloud Captain (The Arrival) lyrics

[Verse 1: Stevie Crooks] The float God has arrived Come to the show on a pterodactyl when I sky dive My imagination is danger Don't forget the way that I dress Fabric fire, threads melt on the hanger It's the perfect a**a**in, Siberian werewolf hoodie Sword carrying, beautiful barbarian I eat caviar and watch Jerry Springer Dreams of driving cherry beamers while my wifey blow the reefer Grimey Coutour, black Timberlands on Marble floor, Paid in Full playin' while I write these bars Sash quash with a bald fade and a gold chain Spit on yo' face, "f** you and yo' whole gang!" NYCA is the birthplace Stomp you out while wearing YSL in the worst way Fly fatality, flawless foot finisher Floaty frame fracture f**in' up ya fibula [Hook: Stevie Crooks] Kimono dragon, skin on a letterman jacket Snow leather blanket, yeah cover my mattress NYCA we levitate off the atlas The cloud captains, the cloud captains (repeat 2x) [Verse 2: Liym Courteous] It's the casual don calm out for cash in the palm Craftin' psalms you should tatt on your arm Mad charm on my cla**y sh** Whack an*lysis a n***a claim he half as sick The pad is slick, n***a pa** the fifth The yack black now I have to piss Immaculate for disasters, I'm the catalyst Swear they on they fashion sh** Tight garments, quite alarming Give a light warning, I done had it with rappers Space bound rather travel with NASA, create sounds Place a crown on this spectacular ba*tard The coast never left this sh** Proceed to boast and they takin' a prerequisite I spread the gift Just listen, the voice velvet Joint give me helmet, nice plate you can smell it Filled with oysters and shell-fish Rejoice when I tell it I innovate plenty The feast many feat better get your plate ready, n***a [Hook: Stevie Crooks] [Verse 3: Snazz Gordy] This is monsoon mayhem I sonic boom right out the womb Into a saiyan platoon flooded with made men Boots made of penguins Golden machete to elegantly chop yo' dome off a jacket and on pavement It's the gorgeous gladiator, avatar air-bender Flair lender, goulash God, I can make a beard trimmer f** around and make a spear enter the center of your dad's placenta Without staining my De La Renta Smooth effort, cut from a smooth texture Apply pleasure to the tech on the dresser for legal tender I'm with whatever is clever like dissecting your sector And letting the chopper give you a slow lecture Blowing lettuce like it's hot Guzzling V.S.O.P. in the three drop Lettin' yo' she beat box on a G co*k This is bolivian heat rock Pump this on discrete blocks and watch how the fiends flock, n***a [Hook: Stevie Crooks]