[Intro]

I watch the clouds go by

My mind trips out of town, out of.. what!?

I saw it in the prophecy

Insomnia is drowning me

I guess that's my anxiety

[Verse 1]

I'm just a little tad bit off

The balcony Michael Jackson was dangling his kid off

The factory settings versus the true mastery default

Of a Patersonian trapped in a damaging nightmare

Uh, earlier this week I was tortured

Before that, it was uncle with the heater bouta torch him

Supernova to the superego, Topaz Turtle

I woke up expecting a bullet entering/leaving my torso

I’m breathing, wondering how many

Licks does it take to get to the center of wealth?

Life’s a bitch, should I live in sin and then send her to hell?

Or slip on Cinderella’s heel in the city of silk

Gripping the Silver Lining’s steering wheel is Francis Miguel

But you can’t paint the picture to figure me out

Can’t drain the ocean to see what the fuck I'm about

I'm keeping it together, steady holding my head up

Like a UFO is shining its light directly in front of my house

[Hook]

I watch the clouds go by

My mind trips out of town

From the east to the west side

I lose track of time

I saw it in the prophecy

Anxiety is drowning me

My thoughts mix and roam

I take the long way home

[Verse 2]

I was flowing as an embryo

Floating from the chemicals

Hope to be one day flooring at 4 am

Through Florence in a foreign UFO

Four grammys on the pedestal, forty grams of weed

Framig’s on the episode so grab a seat

Ain’t nobody higher, it’s the pilot hi fiver

With a pile of hot lava and a pocket full of gold

Powder blue coffin, I shine at my darkest hour

Hearse with exhaust fumes barking, park it slow

Basquiat the box, make it pop out

Arrive in the ground like a pop star

Popped out the bubble with a thought or two

Made her melt like a summer day to a popsicle

Who knew it was possible swinging the pendulum

Binging on benjamins, bringing the bread to kin

Pick up the pen again

Divine handler, wine tester, dime getter, wide spectrum

I never dodge icy winters, I stretch ‘em

I guess these rhymes are a wise investment

[Hook]

I watch the clouds go by

My mind trips out of town

From the east to the west side

I lose track of time

I saw it in the prophecy

Anxiety is drowning me

My thoughts mix and roam

I take the long way home

[Outro]

Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy

I still end up in a coffin

Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy

I still end up in a coffin

Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy

I still end up in a coffin

Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy

I still end up in a coffin