DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics:
Spittin my mind ill be right back
Never left but I'm back on the right track
I need a pound of loud just to sit my ass back
She bringin me ass back
Sayin no one has it like that
I don't love her but she like that
Chasing happiness like will smith bet I fight back
Backpack rapper smaking your wack ass slash actor
I'm the pastor pass me the refeer

Let me catch a Spirit
Reading through stars as astrophysics
Catch your ticket for my train of thought
Im train for pain playing players park
Playin ping pong with your painted balls
From dirt to grave yard still wavy yah
Yall cant save it naah
I was patient now im racing thoughts
Im was patient now they call me doc
Bruce wunn mtfka
clouds level is the team we be on mtfkas
see beyond mtfkas
Yea

Even stunning on your mama'
Imma spit on that pussy like a lama
all about my dolla
Might holla to allah while I'm robbin your wallet
Mohammed ali with the punchlines
houssama benlhaden with that bomb mind
Who wanna get smoke like marijuana
This flow is hella higher
My ceiling is my feeling
I don't even hide it no one is invited
music is my vitamine
Making my environment turn
So don't even trynna turn it down or get burn
Get learn
Get serve
On my ferg shit put em in the dirt
Let me tell em whats the word
Let me paint the picture of my world

Pain and struggle make the flower grow
With the killer curse
Let me kill a verse
Boy I'm on a row
want my money in the envelope
I'm the rap game antidote let em know CL no joke
In the sky skiing on clouds, i make it snow Judah make it snow



Money on my mind
Bitches in my heart
Lost soul
They don't know
Where they go
Searching gold and
Power they won't get either
They ain't wearing prada
They making me prouder by the look of they're face
Little baby crying trying to find
Peace doesn't want to leave
Mommy's home no doesn't wanna go
Crying all night try to maintain
The stress in our head and I know that we dead and we might live till next year
Can't you see us we here
This shit be for real
Working for living
The pain be stopping
When the check be cashing
Don't you dare to look back
Know we gotta act
Gotta look tough be tough
C up
Don't you know us
Little asian kid from the corner
Sambaide first that's the number one rule
If you don't say than we can't fuck with you
Smogging the place till the bitch can't see trough



how about that (yeah)
how about that x2

she's askin' what I got
power rangers/ different colours
fat 'n' butter smoke
how bout dah


we fruntin'/ we fuckin'/ we flexin'
sorry girl, i'm on a mission
j'l'ai sceller/ j'lai shipper away
tasse toé/ i'm on my way

to heaven/ mixin potions
j'do mon own tang (man)
runnin' down mountains (ye)
fuckin' insane dans mon brain (man)

j'comme/ do it or not
makin' breads sur le spot (ye)
comin' from hell (man)

shits scale
no christians/ no fiction
get da fuck out fo' j'te kick son
show me what you got
how about that

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Bandcamp:
https://cloudslevel.bandcamp.com/releases

picture credits: Catherine Tremblay