a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

fred the faded - clouds lyrics

[verse 1: fred the faded]
now tell me who could predict, a young kid like this, could spit something like this, and have these labels callll
remember when i would sit, and plot on ways i could get, ta rap game’s saint nick, and bring joy ta allll
so p-ssionate, i wrap it up, now it’s a gift to yallll
just fasten up, no catchin’ us, soon as we lifted offff
we rose high, from road sides, they tried ta keep us groundedddd
but those guys, at low heights, clouds keep us surroundedddd
they circlin’ from herbalists, these clouds will make you coughhhh
we surfin’ em, the turbulence, ain’t gonna throw us offff
these k!llers really merciless
they murkin’ and they hurtin’ kids
but all that violence is purposeless
so i don’t get invovledddd
i tell em save the beef and fridge it
you can go and get convicted
ain’t no way i’ll be restricted
lifted’s how i’m livin’
and that’s a fact
i write it down then rap it back
it’s a natural nack
how i spazz attack
someone p-ss the sack! (yo man pull out that weed and….!)

[hook: fred the faded]
pour it out
break it down
roll it up
p-ss it round
oh shit lemme light it first
sorry had a long night at work
i don’t care if it’s white or purp
green or orange long as i’m gone
chokin’ out this shit is strong
can’t roll pull out the bong
smoke session still goin’ on
no stressin nothing goin’ wrong
eyes low like kim jong
people yellin’ new favorite song
don’t be stressin’ because smoking is allowed
what’s the point of you flying if the whole room is in the clouds?
(yahhahhh)

[verse 2: fred the faded]
now i’m backkkkkk, but i can’t stay for good
the doobie’s rolled and these fiendin’ niggas don’t wait for no one
and it’s wackkkkkk, because i think they should
especially cause i’m smokin’ and they told me ta roll one
so imma knock this out quick so i can hit it next
cause if they smoke all of the tree then imma be upset
sike you know i ain’t stressin’ half an o at the cribo
remember old nickel loads no malcolm in the middle
that was the struggle days shit would barely get me high
now i’m smokin’ overtime
need some water my throat is dryyyyyy
white smoke in the air, swear i spotted casper
weed rollin experts, we some dutch masters
gang-bang mary jane the way that we p-ss her
gettin’ faded all the time pray for more laughter
just a goofy a-team, inglorious b-st-rds
still faded hours after! (yo man pull out that weed and….!)

[outro: fred the faded]
this your pilot fred the faded speaking
i’d like to thank y’all for flying with us today, and we gon’ try and land this thing safely for y’all
sike, we ain’t never comin’ down here

fly on
fly on
fly on
fly on…

(3x)
smoke session still goin’ on
no stressin nothing goin’ wrong

- fred the faded lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS