Cloud 9 (Bonus Track)

Lyrics

[Hook] I said we're on Cloud 9 It's where you wanna be Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow We get it where we fit in, ain't nobody gotta know I said we on cloud 9 It's where you wanna be I take a look at you, you can take a look at me Clothes fall off, we floating in the air We do it how we do it get it and nothing compares Said we're on cloud nine [Verse1: Wrekonize] Crack open a capsule, and pass me the Paxil Feelin' like a chemical imbalance She always said I had talent But I never had the balance to be sippin' And I'm drinking in the gallons Bitch never seem to get I'm Richie Valens Fly til I die, sky high madam Digging in the life till I'm the dirt up in the talons I'm always gonna bagging since school pant sagging Bad bin in the bottom of a cup and Nobody can never tell him what the health risks are Benton and the ¡MAYDAY! motherfuckers Are basically coming up to get the hell up outa dodge Call me Hell Boy, satancy Rap like, for others it ain't safe to breathe Give me all the goods and counting get me paper please I be hittin' cloud nine with a strange disease Some call it dope, some call it ill I just call it whatever I'm feeling in the middle of the moment Everything I do I own it so when I'm calm Nah pick my body up and serve it in the MoMA Doing Molly Ringwald and with Mona, Lisa Leaks the seat to you when I zone off Heaps of frequent feats we need the loaner Probably wonder how I think I need me a Corona And Miami with thfffffffffffe women are the type that wanna take your soul J-J-J-J-Just keep your guard up high and alive, don't be running 'round alone We-We-We got nothing but some time and the rhyme for the crowds we know Give me a fat ass, ounce indigo to the clouds we go [Chorus] I said we're on Cloud 9 It's where you wanna be Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow We get it where we fit in, ain't nobody gotta know I said we on cloud 9 It's where you wanna be I take a look at you, you can take a look at me Clothes fall off, we floating in the air We do it how we do it get it and nothing compares Said we're on cloud nine [Verse 2: Bernz?] Man... What the fuck? Is everybody in here high? (Tell the truth) I know you are, you are, and she is And motherfucker so am I It's alright, tap the bottle and twist it right Take it down, turn it up for the night One time for the monkey on my back He's got a fucking addiction to that jack Along with that high grade, I'm flying bae If I leave too much don't bother me I got a strobe light point it in my eye With the future playing loose inside my mind So surfs up motherfucker, I'm wavy One to the head, two for my ladies This game Boulevard looking like its Ozz And I'm Tony Montana in the 80s These girls with ropes they choke us all when I provoke I seen episodes of that show Control my high and fly straight, the Tri-state The sun raise, not comatose, so lift off I'm lost, my face is numb the clothes get ripped off In the motel, they call it air barrage with a private dance And shake an ass in a thong, and it's on Got a stash that will last all weekend And a bitch with me ready for the freaking My room's reaking, but I don't give a shit Cause I'm lit and I'm feeling so decent Ripped from a piece on that ganj for relief Only the best [?] go through a bloodstream Everybody need a time just for relief [Chorus] I said we're on Cloud 9 It's where you wanna be Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow We get it where we fit in, ain't nobody gotta know I said we on cloud 9 It's where you wanna be I take a look at you, you can take a look at me Clothes fall off, we floating in the air We do it how we do it get it and nothing compares Said we're on cloud nine [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] Fuck cloud nine bitch I float on 17 Cigarillo filled with weed, a cup of promethazine Kill a mothafucka put his head in a guillotine Black tar heroin it came from the Philippines Eddie Cane nigga doin' coke in a limousine This shit'll blow a niggas face to smithereens 3 weeks clean, relapsed I'm still a feind Heaven in a bag and it's wrapped in cellophane You can see the high in my iris Best of both worlds bitch Miley Cyrus Hit a nigga hard like a fiery virus Brain dead can I feel a pulse in my wrist Huff glue, sniff paint cans, and nitrous Smoke more dope than them boys in Cyprus Hill, in Ireland [?] with the Irish Crush it up, sniff it baby girl now try this My homeboy cook it in the kitchen They be like, "Jarren dawg, you need an intervention" The shit that I be on will have you outta this dimension When you touch back to earth ya have ya fuckin' brain missin' 12 pack of them PBRahs Is a nigga dead? you know CPRah? Break inside ya fuckin momma house took a couple diamond rings, TVs, and a VCRahs Jesus, I need help, life in the fast lane, arrive with no seatbelt Let the fuckin heat melt Every single gram in the bong Inhale, exhale, loud pack take a deep smell Drug abusin' Stuck here on Mars someone get me Houston Hope it ain't too soon, but damn a nigga gone off the same dope that fucked up Whitney Houston [Chorus] I said we're on Cloud 9 It's where you wanna be Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow We get it where we fit in, ain't nobody gotta know I said we on cloud 9 It's where you wanna be I take a look at you, you can take a look at me Clothes fall off, we floating in the air We do it how we do it get it and nothing compares Said we're on cloud nine [Chris webby] I'm on drugs! I don't care to mention All I know is me, MAYDAY!, and Jarren Benton On cloud 9 flying through the air ascending Til my family and friends throw an intervention Uh, we be doin' this In a goddamn cumulus We don't need jet, blue ya bitch We lookin' down at the moon and shit You don't have to like me (I don't give two shits!) Kiss my ass and bite me Stay fucked up poppin' caps all nightly Up on cloud 9 fuckin' Aphrodite Go so hard Imma need 2 turns And we don't give a fuck about the weed you burn Cuz we got so much that we stay surrounded by the green Like a guest in between 2 ferns (Cloud Nine) Single chicks [?] clothing And the rainfall consists of beer and codeine Living life like a young Hunter S. Thompson And this a re-enactment of fear and loathing Phone says "roaming" and I'm very Lost in the clouds yo, I don't care B (Take another shot?) you don't gotta double dare me Nah, Nah, you ain't gotta double dare me Yea man I'm blowin' up Sippin out my solo cup Ever since my first blunt Webby's never sobered up Light one up let down yo hair Cuz up here ain't nobody gone care Up and away so fuck it I see you up there! [Chorus] I said we're on Cloud 9 It's where you wanna be Ciroc and lemonade and, a splash of Hennessy The club don't close, the drinks gonna flow We get it where we fit in, ain't nobody gotta know I said we on cloud 9 It's where you wanna be I take a look at you, you can take a look at me Clothes fall off, we floating in the air We do it how we do it get it and nothing compares Said we're on cloud nine