Cloudstreet

Lyrics

[Intro: Nick Lupi] Yeah Yeah, uh [Verse 1: Nick Lupi] This dedicated to the on-tour saviour, crafted by the creator Favoured by the creatives, in paper, glass or vapour Best friends with laziness, maybe I'll do it later But I've mastered my high, I'm focused when I am faded It only sharpens my grind, takes me to that location Uncovers parts of my mind, go and ask all my neighbours A necessary part of the equation I can pass it if you're waiting, just don't fuck up that rotation 'Cause I'm heading to a place where the music hits you deeper The meals taste better and my girl lips sweeter Where people come together with the twisting of the reefer You can set yourself free with the leaf, uh So if you see us, we run amok, if you got a tab Then we can run it up, laugh till we see the sun coming up Light up weed, just being funny cunts Deal money bundled up under the bed just like a trundle bunk We in our own lane they can come to us All that shit you saying, man, that don't mean none to us Talk our own slang 'cause it's fun to us Shit, I'd only dreamed when I was younger I can see in front of us Roll something up [Verse 2: Solo] Now many claim to roll a trumpet up, but we rock up with something Looking like a fucking blunderbuss, type of blow that's straight To your head like an uppercut, then we 'bout to send it Round the room till it's reaching every single one of us Now I feel the buzz seep into my bloodstream Giving me sight to see what was unseen My mind hazy, my stomach is so hungry I'm straight humpty dumpty letting the skunk numb me So we gather round tight in a circle And we pack in the energy Pass it off to he or she who's standing to the next of me First time trying just a distant memory, now this is my therapy I'm attracted by the action of the ritual The intake got me thinking critical (Ignoring storm warnings) Like the song say, Cheech and Chong say, take two of these Pass to the left like Beyoncé and call me in the morning [Chorus: Solo] I'm not lost, I'm just not here It's all my own design I'm floating through the atmosphere What I've learned could blow ya mind So we put it in the air, anytime, anywhere It's how we do unwind, yeah From up here, see it all so clear Cloud Street got me feeling fine, got me feeling fine Got me feeling fine It got me feeling, yeah It got me feeling fine Yeah [Verse 3: Jimmy Nice] Criminal minded, lifted out of my mind I'm that faded that my old lady couldn't pick me out of a line up Without my nightly spliff said my shit is out of alignment Climbing in and out of consciousness, got these doctors advising Street level pharmacists anonymously prescribin' Medicine I be burning, keep Ventolin on my person at all times 'Cause I been asthmatic since like four or five, an Only son of a nurse who would tell me her tragic findings In order to keep me enlightened or even better frightened Too late like all my assignments, quarters bought on consignment My breath is short and I'm tight in the chest, I'm on auto pilot Smooth on every terrain like we four wheel driving Keep that shit all in mind when you hearing these verses and you're the high one Puffin joints out the front of that joint that you bought your Thai from Kids from that Krylon era getting our rhyme on Dedicated to those dedicated to getting their vibe on Gone [Chorus: Solo] I'm not lost, I'm just not here It's all my own design I'm floating through the atmosphere What I've learned could blow ya mind So we put it in the air, anytime, anywhere It's how we do unwind, yeah From up here, see it all so clear Cloud Street got me feeling fine, got me feeling fine Got me feeling fine It got me feeling, yeah It got me feeling fine Yeah [Outro: Nick Lupi] There's a storm coming, you can see it in the clouds Zig-zags on me, homie, I can see it out There's a storm coming, you can see it in the clouds Zig-zags on me, homie, I can see it out There's a storm coming, you can see it in the clouds Zig-zags on me, homie, I can see it out There's a storm coming, you can see it in the clouds Zig-zags on me, homie, I can see it out