Clouded Lyrics

Tats on my body

Mind, it stay cloudy

I'm getting colder

Like my nose runny

I split a onion

I threw a hundred

These hoes is cheap

Come by the dozen

I'm in the pink

Like I'm Steve Martin

I was just trying to see somethin'

Know what you did the last summer

Won't hear from me and then wonder

Shoot it up like I'm Shyne in it

Toot it up like I'm four hunnid

On the track, you know I run it

I'm nothing like you comparin' me

I blow a zone for my therapy

Said that I'm special, no ketamine

I make 'em sick, they need Dramamine

I want a new whip

Wit a tint, look like deep space

I got 'em seeing stars like they in a Wraith

I'm hard in the paint

Coming at you, won't miss

Why you choose to hate?

That shit dead like a R.I.P.

I can't see a thing

I can't see a thing

Aint see that shit in my requests

Now these hoes wanna act a mess

Act like I ain't see ya damn text

I can't see a thing

I can't see a thing, uh

Tats on my body

Mind, it stay cloudy

I'm getting colder

Like my nose runny

I split a onion

I throw a hundred

These hoes is cheap

Come by the dozen

Yeah, yeah

They won't stop comin'

It's like a marathon, I'm sellin' product

I had to run that thing

What's the next subject?

I'm onto somethin'

They can tell I'm onto somethin'

They comin' and comin'

Ask me for lessons

But I just move on

Ask for the debit

I don't get credit

But I just smile it off

Hit me with bullshit

But I just shrug it off

I can't see a thing

I can't see a thing

I can't see a thing

I can't see a thing

Gotta just do my thing (yeah)