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clouds - flucee lyrics

[intro]
yeah
heads in the clouds
rawest form
calm ‘fore the storm

[verse 1]
they know that i be f*cking raw, i never needed any rubber (no rubber)
that’s like me when spitting songs as i’m a demon undercover (undercover)
so many that could relate and i’m eager to get their love
i’ve been fiending way more than months for a reason to give a f*ck
i’ve been down, you could call it luck, i’m afraid ‘cause i’m feeling numb
ain’t been able to catch a buzz and it’s taking away the fun
i could call myself number one but i don’t as a rule of thumb
i’m a guy that loves all his guns and i’m secretive on the hunt (what?)
that’s a warning to all you c*nts, i could clear you sissies and punks
if i squeeze the glock, it’s a rush, if i am, guess you better duck (boom)
the attempt can be done at once, you’re a failure like donald trump
ain’t gon’ b*tch but i had it rough so don’t blame me like you the judge (nope)
not the witness to lack of love or the scars that i hide like cuts (what?)
or the folks that just wanna jump in my life and then bounce, it’s nuts (f*ck ‘em)
got so many i thought were family that dipped when my use was gone
got my thoughts wacked out like i’m batsh*t so instincts i’ll be acting on

[bridge]
my entrance into the game so raw ‘cause i don’t wear no rubber
n0body is gonna touch me except the people i’m f*cking
my gun i treat like it’s sl*tty ‘cause if i am pushed, i bust it
may think you built like you tough but you’ve never faced repercussions
the thing about getting f*cked by this life is you getting f*cked
which goes to say that you submitted and never had fought it off
it’s not rape if you get excited and most of you getting off
you complain even though it’s righteous, f*ck outta here, b*tch begone
[verse 2]
i’ve been patient to get to scr*pping, i need the smoke for the clout
these p*ssies know where i stay but a glock is up on me now
and when it’s up in your face, you’ll be begging me to calm down
b*tch i ain’t scared of a case, i’ll be popping off with no sound (pop pop)
get the f*ck out of virginia to f*ck around and find out
all of these suckas are pigs and i’ma send ‘em to the clouds
you got a mullet then you better kiss my boots upon the ground
these motherf*ckers so retarted, get you lost to not be found
yeah i’m f*cking it raw on the nights i am wasted
i’m flowing with ease while i’m making it wavy
i’m mashing the beat like i’d serve it with gravy
bet i’m on the scene and i’ll sprout like a daisy
cuss like i’m obscene but the truth is i’m brainy
my confidence used to be lacking so gravely
confessing to failures, never act like a baby
and now if you cross me i’ll target your safety (f*ck)
establishing quality before the quantity
read some old lyrics i spit like moronity
my vision clear ‘cause i’m smoking on broccoli (weed)
i was so lost i’m just saying honestly
too hard to cope feeling like you’re a mockery
so now i’m typing to rap my biography
most’ll write me off as if i’m a wannabe
soon you’ll confirm that i’m only built solidly
i have been waiting to make ‘em all proud of me
until the death with these demons surrounding me
don’t know what’s next but like i feel like i’m bouta be
touching the sky and i won’t have no boundaries
they think i’m crazy like i need some counseling
they want me down, gon’ be me they’re encountering (i’m gon devour ‘em)
[verse 3]
guess i spit when i talk and i’ll f*ck anything that walks (true)
wasn’t the type to throw a tantrum of give a lot of back talk (nope)
the men that tried to be fathers had quickly been written off (bye)
they the type to just scream at mom and degrade her while coming off (f*ck)
i remember one boyfriend of hers tried to ground me from my xbox (b*tch)
my momma sat by and watched ‘cause she trusted him like her rock (d*mn)
i yelled back at the top of lungs and attempted to push and shove (f*ck him)
i’m only twelve, he didn’t budge but i’d love to now f*ck him up and
any other motherf*cker that ever f*cked with my mother or
any of my sisters and brothers, i’ll get you got one way or another (for real)
got gang ties that i keep distant but they tied you can get f*cked up (for real)
got these pillies that i’ll crush up, poppin’ thirties, it’s a must and (boom boom boom)
people think i should shut up, i keep it real, i’m on the come up
do so much, never get love but that’s just how the cookie crumble (what?)
i’ll be topping charts, no rush, i’ll take it in and remain humble
give the love back to hip hop, a steady jog so i don’t stumble even though
all of these motherf*ckers think they know me
all of these f*cking suckas think i owe ‘em
pray that they f*cking try me and i’ll show ‘em
i’ll murk ‘em, no warning, their mind’ll get blown
you may think that i’m cap with them shots that i’m throwing
but you’ll find yourself leaking all over the floor
with your head getting stomped like the way i do flows and
my d*ck getting swamped by your b*tch that’s been hoeing (what?)
‘cause f*ck it, i’ll let ‘em have it, go expose me
still realer than all of you suckas and phonies
remaining the same with the homies or lonely
if you caught me alone, better pray you see morning (d*mn)
it’s written in stone that your ass’ll be cornered
your ass’ll get shown, clock yo’ ass with a forty
your b*tch’ll disown you, you’ll die on recording
i know i’ll get blown, this the calm ‘fore it’s storming
[outro]
yeah
solid as a rock
‘til the day i die
b*tch
ha

- flucee lyrics

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