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Clouded Thoughts lyrics

Performer RariBoy Spin

Clouded Thoughts song lyrics by RariBoy Spin official

Clouded Thoughts is a song in English

Gotta get up in they face, cause I swear that they all doubted
VVS my neck while they all cloudy
I was a jit, no PBS around me
Since a kid, I felt trapped like Harambe

It was MDI, we had our mommy
She would smell that weed all on my laundry
Momma the only one that put that whoopin' on me
Drama the only thing that fuel these bitches off of E

But you know just how that be
When I grew up, I had to eat, so I had to teach myself to creep
We ain't had November feast, we was poor to say the least
And my momma went through something, she had to get out of Myrtle Beach

We done moved up outta reach, but she wasn't by herself, she had me
And here goes somethin' you probably ain't know
I had to turn into a beast, and I grew up by Chicago
Anywhere we went, we always swerved around them potholes

Look at where we are from the beginning, we some goats
I done turnt into a star, first in the water, we couldn't float
Finna go and raise the bar, seem like we already climbed that rope
Man I'm ridin' with this AR, I put my trust in it over hope

I can't even trust my bro
I can't even trust my main hoe, we takin' this shit slow
Man you know how that shit go
But I thought that you should know
I just wanna make you mine

Seems like we running out of time
All the pain that you done been through, I can snatch it out your spine
See you like from the side, now watch me get your back in line
Man I know you like to hide, but let me pull where you reside

Now back to this fye, let a nigga play, then he gon' die
All hell gon' break loose as soon as I arrive
I been ridin' with a tool, watch me build my way, survive
Tell him make room at the top, cause I done turned to astronaut

I thank God for this thot, cause she helped me dodge a nasty plot
Man them niggas almost got the drop, but I'm lucky she liked my cock
Man them niggas tryna get me gone like Pac, they better stop
Tryna play around in that water, so now I gotta boil that pot

I remember watchin' Law & Order, I was tryna learn how to dodge a cop
It sorta worked out, sorta didn't, I guess not cause I got caught
If I was to look through an orb, then I hit time on that stopwatch
I'm tryna be on Forbes, nigga, I gotta get that big guap

Gotta get up in they face, cause I swear that they all doubted
VVS my neck while they all cloudy
I was a jit, no PBS around me
Since a kid, I felt trapped like Harambe

It was MDI, we had our mommy
She would smell that weed all on my laundry
Momma the only one that put that whoopin' on me
Drama the only thing that fuel these bitches off of E

I just gotta show some effort and everything gon' fall in place
And when it comes to friends I really had lost several to the game
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Marcus Hemingway
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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