Letra de Clouds - Logic

(Feat. Curren$y, Langston Bristol)

I can give a fuck the shit you on

But I'm really tryna put you on

Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone

Low-key I've been waitin' for so long (Y— Y— Y— Y— Yeah)

I can give a fuck the shit you on

But I'm really tryna put you on

Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone

Low-key I've been waiting for so long

Take two, take one

Chillin' in the cut with my son and his baby mama

I was gonna hit the road, but I'm staying longer

Doing whatever the fuck I wanna do when I wanna do it

People thinking they know it, but they never knew it

What it be like, the spotlight, the hot takes and long nights

Yellin' at nobody and winning all of the wrong fights, it's alright

I'm off like a flight, took a left, did it right, what a sight

Knowing everything gon' be alright, like K. Dot, 2015

It seem the art that I make over they heads like the Sistine

It really feel like ain't nobody ever listening

That's why I do it for me and the homies and nobody else

Making beats in my room by myself

Kinda funny how my last studio cost seven zeros

But I make the best shit when I'm all alone in my room

College Park coming soon

In the dark going off to the tune of the 808 boom

I stay with the trees like a baboon

Flow kinda fast, but it's chill like a pocket full of valium

Head up in the clouds, but I'm coming down soon, yeah

I can give a fuck the shit you on

But I'm really tryna put you on

Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone

Low-key I've been waitin' for so long (Y— Y— Y— Y— Yeah)

I can give a fuck the shit you on

But I'm really tryna put you on

Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone

Low-key I've been waiting for so long

Low-key tryna get trophies with my dawgs (Woof)

Surely, you'll see my face smilin' on the front of a billboard soon

Truth is that I got a blueprint and I'm finna use it, nigga, let's get it

I'm tryna get a brand new coupe, she gon' wonder where the roof at when she get in it

(Wheels spinnin') While I'm on the e-way, I wish life was easy

If you a hater, then get the fuck up out the way

I only hang with my teammates

Pass the ball to me, mane

(My niggas, they real, they trill, yeah, all them stick to the code)

(If you start fakin' over here), I look you dead in the soul and tell you

I can give a fuck the shit you on

But I'm really tryna put you on

Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone

Low-key I've been waitin' for so long (Y— Y— Y— Y— Yeah)

I can give a fuck the shit you on

But I'm really tryna put you on

Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone

Low-key I've been waiting for so long

She was in and out my suite all fashion week

Studio up in here sweet, I was crashin' beats

'Cause the paper don't sleep and my loved ones have needs

And my son need everything I never had times three

You's a cold motherfucker, my homies always remind me

They lift me up like that bomb weed

In this pound never found seeds

Just nugs, best buds, Bobby spoke of retirement

Thought all we'd get out of it was a best of

Or a greatest hits, realized he could still make time for the fam

Busy playin', but still make time for blazin' shit

Inspirational as a motherfucker, ask my brother

Hustles like no other, rose from my situ'

Rolls-Royces by the gutter

Bad bitch itchin' to sit her buns on the butter

Like her, but I don't love her

Push her to do better, but I don't shove her

Versace bedsheets, watchin' Deep Cover

Gucci rollaway bag, Louis V duffel

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