Clouds Lyrics

Maybe there's a cloud that's covering the sun

Maybe there's a cloud that's covering you

Maybe there's a cloud that's covering the sun

Maybe there's a cloud that's covering you

Maybe there's no clouds at all

Maybe there's a cloud in you

Maybe there's no gloom at all

And all the gloom is you

I don't need a fucking alibi to murder you

Ima put you in the dirt, put you in a hearse

One time, one time got a black m9

Shawty with a blicky sitting by my side

T-Pain with the way I'm spitting game on these bitches

It's fame on these bitches

Drank two dranks one minute, got me LV linen

Winning, if your bitch lacking for some bands

She trippin'

Maybe there's a cloud that's covering the sun

Maybe there's a cloud that's covering you

Maybe there's a cloud that's covering the sun

Maybe there's a cloud that's covering you

Maybe there's no clouds at all

Maybe there's a cloud in you

Maybe there's no gloom at all

And all the gloom is you

Fritos Lays chips

Bitch on my hips

Lame ass boy ima kiss yo momma lips

Roast beef sammy

All up in her fanny

Four foot eleven

Ima small boy felon

Wit a head like a melon

And its hot like a kelvin

Twinkle toes care bears

Small tits I don't care

Small cake, cupcake

Eat it from the back cause I'm like that

Freaky boy with a silly hat

Toes pics Snapchat, I get that

Maybe there's no clouds at all

Maybe there's a cloud in you

Maybe there's no gloom at all

And all the gloom is you