Nine Clouds (Prod. Hella)

(Verse 1)

The chronicles of an insomniac

After I show them they reflection they don't want me back

Adolescent ways of life make your mommy mad

We be radioactive from all the bombs we had

Caffeinated but she sweeter than that dream I cast

Recuperating from all of the little times we smashed

I ain’t green I ain't buff but I'm down to thrash

Never tell me I’m not loaded ima snatch that cash

I'm like Alice I'm wandering through the palace

Abolishing all the malice who tryna sip from the chalice

Eternity is a challenge for any person with status

Just Rub it off and return they wanna remove a callus

Legal aged young lad in the industry

Can't even sip a little beer or the Hennessy

In purgatory but nobody gon remember me

Im chilling out just wondering where my friends would be

This long road has never brought out the best of me

Did it myself while I was looking for the recipe

I swear this image in my head keep on testing me

The ink blots keep floating over recklessly

Hallucinating chloroform the bigger picture

When they taking all the souls they take your misses and your mister

They just shake it up a bit when they be messing with the richter

French girl with the way that you depict her

Foggy mirrors when you drowning in that warm blood

Killed a generation of photoshoppers that formed us

In these walls I travel the gravel just like a tour bus

When they ask for less of themselves they ask for more us

A generation of music just to produce us

Tighter when I dropped that neck just like a noose does

Takes a little more than that gas just to boost us

Speeding past the enemy's whip turnt to loose dust

I told my sister that her couch be looking comfy

Ima grab all my belongings then I move across the country

Ima try to tell myself that ima make it into something

When my wallets getting bigger ima take it ima run it

I take some other play words and I publish it

I don't need a mediator or a publicist

All I ever really needed was my two wrist

One to hit the upload and one to rub up on your bitch

In my belly there's some deli I don't know rick

I be munching these rappers after a slow rip

I’ve been under the radar just like below hip

I always spit but never asking for no dip

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