Name: cLOUDs
Duration: 4 min 2 s
Description: Слушайте песню cLOUDs - J. Cole онлайн с альбома cLOUDs в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:02. Год выхода - 2025

J. Cole

cLOUDs

Hip-Hop

My niggas be smoking on something loud, head to the clouds

I ain't been steppin' out, tired of sticking out in the crowd

This world is changing right in front of me

Gray hairs, I'm aging quicker than I thought I'd be

(Straight up) straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up

Please believe these flows teach egos to freeze and then recede, I'm C4

Beneath your Jeep, the second you turn that keyhole

Then heat blows your weak flows right out the water

The father, boy, I work smarter and harder

My style got a restraining order, don't bother

I charter unseen territories in order to push it farther than you niggas had ever thought of

I caught a lotta murder charges, turned artists to martyrs, when I rock, thot turns to goddess

Fiends turn to kings, dreams turn to things tangible

I'm Sandra Bull, either proceed with speed or don't breathe

There's no creed or color that won't heed

To the warning, the planet'll shake when I'm performing

Tectonic plates from a place where Tecs on their waist

So stay safe, or get left with chest on your face

I'ma pass the test, yes, I'm a master chef

They claim they're real, but they're seldom straightforward

The pain I feel on my frame gets transmuted to a dangerous flame

I spit fire at the devil while the angels sang

The flow changed, but Jermaine's the same, I'm Plain Jane

Not a chain on my neck, but shine like baguettes

A shame, not a flex, to rhyme like the rest

My mind's quite depressed if I don't write these

I'm Spike Lee of the audio, back in my barrio

Parties got shot up, so I built up all my cardio

Dodge shells, collect coins like I'm Mario

But this is not a gaming experience, I'm serious, nigga

I'm that bass in your trunk, the bullet that missed Trump

The gun that jammed 'cause it seemed God had other plans

The Son of Man extending his hand to Son of Sam

In forgiveness, for all of the homicides we witnessed

The overdramatized, the traumatized with sickness

Thrown in the pan and caramelized for richness

To billionaires who don't care the world's gon' break

Long as they make money off it, pain brings profit

One man gains it soon as the next man lost it

There's a bridge you can walk to hear God talk

But there are real slim odds a rich man crosses

As it spreads like weeds through the mind's apple trees

I proceed with caution, and I'm not flossing

Unlike some, I'm not defined by my fortune

I'm defined by rhymes, though I'm in my prime

There was times that I was down 'cause I'd thought I'd lost it

But no, low and behold, as my poetry grows

I give all glory to God as the story unfolds

And the gray hairs that grow on my head will show

Ain't no time limit to get it, you ain't never too old

So keep hold of your dreams, no matter how it seems

If you don't water your lawn, well, then it won't stay green

I seen babies turn fiends, addicted to the screen

Their dad shares cashiers replaced by machines

Don't buy, subscribe so you can just stream

Your content like rent, you won't own a thing

Before long, all the songs the whole world sings'll

As all of our favorite artists erased by it scream

From the wayside, "Ay, whatever happened to human beings?"

Straight, straight, straight, straight, straight

Слушайте песню cLOUDs - J. Cole онлайн с альбома cLOUDs в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:02. Год выхода - 2025

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