listened through the window under all the rolling clouds the blue breaking through over all the fields that surround this tiny town under all the rolling clouds
get off of my cloud Hey, you, get off of my cloud Hey, you, get off of my cloud Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd On my cloud baby" The telephone
is sleeping, Trouble heaping on our head. It is vain to remain and chatter, And to wait for a clearer sky, Helter skelter, I must fly for shelter Till the clouds roll
roll one up, i'mma roll one too oh you sayin' you don't smoke ? well that's all that we do you be up in the club i be up in the clouds ohhh, don't gotta
up, take it to the floor You already gave me the green light, baby Put your glass up, pour a little more You already gave me the green light (Eskiboy, Roll
Their eyes cast down, fixed upon the ground Their eyes cast down I'll keep my eyes fixed on the sun Shake me down, cut my hair on a silver cloud Broken
it, can?t live without it You say you?re alone He found all hands against his own He found the sky, it turned to gray And the clouds start rolling in
you could You could never, never understand Never understand I remember the tears were in my eyes River town is burnin', the clouds they roll on by Roll
beach in some white sand Layin' in a white bucket, million white snowman White sky, white clouds, you say it's a white day White sky, white clouds, I
I'll be your 5-9! [J. Cole - Chorus] [J. Cole - Verse 2] Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror I'm picking through the cloud tryna see
My head is stuck in the clouds, she begs me to come down Says, "Boy, quit foolin' around" I told her, "I love the view from up here, warm sun and wind
(T.I.) My garage is flawless under a hundred thou aint allowed Maybach triple white like I'm riding in a cloud no denim on my seats, baby you gon' need
while the DJ known as Evil cuts You wanna know what's happenin what? The beat become my soul, I'm goin out of control Look in my face as my eyeballs roll
fall They say what goes up must come down But don't let me fall, don't let me fall 'Cause I'm gliding up there oh, so very high That if the, clouds were
, so sober No friends comin' thru I think I've lost them all No man to take their place So I decided to make this call That I'd rather be drunk On a cloud
Every time I get out they put me right back in The Michael Corleone of the microphone The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems I gather no moss like a rolling
