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kwaj - clouds in the sky lyrics

[spoken intro: kwaj]
yeah man, y’know the gang, y’know the slang
whole thang
ion care ’bout a thang
yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: kwaj]
yeah, yeah
i’m boutta meet some radio execs to parlay
it’s been a hard day and it’s only 8 in the morning
i’m lonely, surround myself with oppurtunity
i’m watching who rocking in my community
and if you tryna work, get that unity
hit me up and i gotchu
don’t lift it by yourself, just call me over, i’ll spot you
what i tell ’em, i’m not the type to try to sell ’em
i’m gelling, connect organic synapses and cerebellum
how i do it
and i can tell you how i blew it
following blueprints and shoe+prints, but how i do it is the right way
i’m the coolest cube in the icе tray
and if you disagree, it’s f+ck you and have a nice day
lucky like thе lotto, they told me my sh+t was fire
never threw me no deal, but now i’m close to the supplier
and i met some artists that i gotta do some shows with
sick of these promoters so we ’bout to do our own sh+t
[chorus: v. soul]
no way
coasting to the next show
making connects, getting the glow+over
driving to state to state
nowhere to go, oh
we on our way up

[verse 2: kwaj]
yeah, i was questioning going
like i’m questioning blowing
but i met those in my profession who’re impressed with my flowing
i distrubuted my contact, ready for any contract
cd in my bag, too old school for the compact
i kept in the case
they call the shots, say when they get in they ride
they gon’ bump me on the interstate
yeah, i said that’s cool with me
but i know how y’all labels act, you ain’t fooling me
it’s time to play devils advocate, said my sh+t was elaborate
but really not for radio, f+ck it, i’m mad hazardous
make n+ggas sick when i spit my sh+t
rock a hazmat suit just to cl!ck my sh+t
my clique ain’t thick, really don’t bother me cus’ i’m unique
i’m concrete on these streets, usually i’m like too deep
yeah, i think i best lay low
my flesh stay known, i’m talking ’bout that f.k, ho
yeah
[chorus: v. soul]
no way
coasting to the next show
making connects, getting the glow+over
driving to state to state
nowhere to go, oh
we on our way up

- kwaj lyrics

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