"Cloudstreet" as written by Raphael Philip C. Dixon, Nicholas Mark Lupi, Nicholas Bryant-smith, Kairen Tan, James Dean Boserio, Rowan John Dix and Adit Gauchan....
[Verse 1 Nick Lupi]
This dedicated to the on tour saviour, crafted by the creator
Favoured by the creatives in paper, glass or vapour
Best friends with laziness, maybe I'll do it later but I've
Mastered my high, I'm focused when I am faded
It only sharpens my grind, takes me to that location
Uncovers parts of my mind, go and ask all my neighbours
A nessecary part of the equation
I can pass it if you waitin' just don't fuck up that rotation
Cause I'm headed to a place where the music hits you deeper
The meals taste better ad my girl lips sweeter
Where people come together with the twisting of the reefer
You can set yourself free with the leaf, uh
So if you see us we run a muck
If you got a tag then we can run it up
Laugh til we see the Sun comin' up
Light up weed, just bein' funny cunts
Deal money bundled up under the bed just like a trundle bunk
We in our own lane, they can come to us
All that shit you sayin', mayn that don't mean nu'n to us
Talk our own slang cause it's fun to us
Shit I'd only dream when I was younger I can see in front of us
Roll somethin' up

[Verse 2 Solo]
Now many claim to roll a trumpet up
But we rock up with somethin' lookin like a fuckin blunder bus
Type'll blow it straight to your head like an uppercut
Then we 'bout to send it round the room til it's reaching every single one of us
Now I feel the buzz seep into my bloodstream
Givin' me sight to see what was unseen
My mind hazy, my stomach so hungry
I'm straight Humpty Dumpty just lettin' the skunk numb me
So we gather round tight in the circle
And we pack in the energy
Pass it off to he or she who's standin' to the left of me
First time tryin' just a distant memory
Now this is my therapy, I'm attracted to the action of the ritual
The intake got me thinking critical
Let the song play, Cheech and Chong say, take two of these
Pass to the left like Beyonce and call me in the morning

[Chorus Solo]
I'm not lost, I'm just not here
It's all my own design
I'm floating through the atmosphere
What I've learned could blow your mind, so we put it in the air
Any time, anywhere, it's how we live ummined
For my peers who see it all so clear
Cloud Street got me feelin' fine, got me feelin' fine

[Verse 3 Jimmy Nice]
Criminal minded, lifted out of my mind
I'm that faded for my old lady, couldn't pick me out of a line-up
Without my nightly spliff I swear my shit is out of alignment
Climbin' in and out of consciousness, got those doctors advisin'
Street level pharmacist, anonymously prescribin' medicine I be burnin'
Keep ventalin on my person at all times
Cause I've been asthmatic since like four or five and
Only son of a nurse who would tell me her tragic findings
In order to keep me enlightened, or even better frightened
To late like all my assignments
For four years bored on continement
My breath is short and I'm tired
My chest, an ordeal violent
Smooth on mary to rain like we four-wheel drivin'
Keep that shit all in mind
When you're hearing these verses and you're the high one
Puffin' joints out the front of that joint you got your tie from
Kids from that Crilon era gettin' our rhyme on
Dedicated to those dedicating to gettin they vibe on

[Chorus Solo]
I'm not lost, I'm just not here
It's all my own design
I'm floating through the atmosphere
What I've learned could blow your mind, so we put it in the air
Any time, anywhere, it's how we live ummined
For my peers who see it all so clear
Cloud Street got me feelin' fine, got me feelin' fine


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