This is a song about "Cloud"

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

You never heard of a sweeter sound until you've been high as a cloud

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

I gotta get away, but there's no where to hide from my storm cloud.

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,