Oxygen

Lyrics

[Intro: Cloud Atrium] One- more- Cloud! ([?]) Yeah [Verse 1: Cloud Atrium] Tombstones for the who knows Doomsday was tomorrow, I could postpone I'm in the middle ground between Sippin' Listerine 'til my insides is green I've been outside for a minute, my flip-side is mean The way I manifest, you can tell I need nice things I heard he want that verse from Cloud, but don't know what that verse mean Sold out on sympathy, ex-shorty a fiend Insomniac, and I told that bitch go to sleep Rappers foldin', roll in the deep, read horoscopes, feel complete, uh (Uh!) A lot of y'all flow sound retrogradin' the theme and perpetuatin' the dream, uh (Ooh!) Death within the sleep, that's Freddy Krueger to me, you see Run a fuckin' mile, I say a mile with cheese (Cheese) You ain't gettin' chicken, your business is flappin' wings, uh ([?]!) Khary ain't sorry or nothin,' I get the keys Because the only time we let 'em breathe is when we leave That's when- [Chorus: Khary & Cloud Atrium] Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost!) Behind me, I leave him 'lone The hype beam shining like gold My greed, I need some more (Dos!) Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost!) Behind me, I leave him 'lone The hype beam shining like gold My greed, I need some more (Woah!) [Interlude: Khary & Cloud Atrium] (Woah!) (Woah!) (Woah! One- more- Cloud!) Uhhh... (Woah! [?]) This is weird (Yeah) (Woah, yeah) [Verse 2: Khary] Pity pat (Pat), hit a kitty cat (Cat) with a pretty bat (Bat) City stack, Diddy wit' these racks, hear my city crash (Crash) Should he crash? You a widdy-wack, gimme fifty back (Back) Shitty snobs, watch 'em piggyback on my riddy-raps (Raps) Gotta glow, gotta go more like a gala strobes (Strobes) Had a loan, on the rattle bones in the catacombs (Catacombs) Got a ho, what's the matter, bro? Know you tattle toe Alamo, never had a ho I ain't rappin' fo'! Yeah, feel like I do not smoke enough to rap on this (This is weird) If I wasn't the first, well, I'm damn shit a catalyst (Uhhh, this is weird) You tweeted 'bout it, so I guess you an activist (Uhhh, this is weird) Triplet flow with a dose of the Actavis (Yeah, yeah!) Pardon my manners, I just go Bruce with the banner Spider-Man, shoot with my camera Then sell it to you with my grammar I can't play this with my grandma, her vision impaired Fuck, shit! Wait a minute, now, fuck this! All I see geese, pluck shit! (Shit) All I know is y'all better duck quick! (Quick) Got an album in the tuck, crisp! (Crisp) Okay, okay Still got the karat Ks (Ayy!), I'm like Puffy with a can of mace (Ayy!) 'Cause these niggas, they ain't got no taste (Ayy!) The bad boys, so the family straight Don't fuck with the Captain Go Jet Jackson on these action figures Oh, you run your town? You a clown, please don't pass the scissors (What?) [Chorus: Khary & Cloud Atrium] Visine, I see the ghost (Aah-ooh! Ghost!) Behind me, I leave him 'lone The hype beam shining like gold My greed, I need some more (Dos!) Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost!) Behind me, I leave him 'lone (Leave him 'lone) The hype beam shining like gold My greed, I need some more (More!)