Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cloud #9, artist - The Gift of Gab. Date of issue: 21.06.2018
Song language: English
Cloud #9 |
| 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 privilege that’s known as lyricism |
| I must admit this is a bit embarrassing |
| But can I be characteristically caffeinated |
| Apple-cinnamon and licorice thoughts of gibberish |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| See it like this baby |
| Like you got sunlight and then you got the shade |
| You got the grass 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 passses 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |