Felly - Cloud Hopping lyrics

[Intro/ Hook: Cully] My thoughts is abstract chilling, cubism Caught up in the realism, materialism A rich man don't spend his wealth, how he livin? If a rich man don't spend his wealth, then how he living? [Verse 1: Cully] Maui chillen, fresh out the prison of work, now he livin Cash cow gripping, when the stocks down dipping Fridged from the ice that he rocks round b**hes, copping corporate bonds Long term thinker and loner, his orphans on Life on the edge, plus scotch on the rocks Pay bail for season tickets, spends time in the box Every girl on his arm likes diamonds a lot Lamborghini dreams, in my motherf**ing sleep And she in there, like "Cully I'm trying to drive" Smile to her face, while I'm dying inside $400 shoes, got a clownish sense of pride Brain wanders when I'm high, gotta fence in my mind Keep it gra** fed, Roots under my bed In the form of a CD, Undun getting bumped on the weekly Parents think its rap, so it's done on the sneaky, repeat A blind person's dog couldn't see me Cleaner than a squeegee, unused, I'm the bees knees Organic honey in my Cubard Wanna be city dweller, in the cellar of the suburbs [Hook: Cully] My thoughts is abstract chilling, cubism Caught up in the realism, materialism A rich man don't spend his wealth, how he livin? If a rich man don't spend his wealth, then how he living? [Verse 2: Cully] Big boat, super car, nah he's just rich Plastic surgery to enrich his wife's tits Fix any glitch, then split because he's ripped, like torn clothes Smoother than a p**no with two chicks A bit childish, does cereal not grits In the Waldorf lobby eating cookie crisp In fishy a situation as eating p**y is From the outside looking into stained gla** Sipping holy water out of an engraved flask Set in stone, so no you can't change that Rock a full metal jacket to a cage match Bleeding out a fake gash, where ya brains at? Where the ba** at? Better get it ASAP Wavy on the daily, never best to stay flat Married to the game, don't wait, engage that Pistol popping at the Shotgun wedding Like I don't give a f** if I'm not really ready Some say I'm a k**er, but I'm not feeling deadly Just heavy on the medley, while your peddling a Chevy Not too quick of a pace And I came to k** the game, not to live its place [Hook: Cully] My thoughts is abstract chilling, cubism Caught up in the realism, materialism A rich man don't spend his wealth, how he livin? If a rich man don't spend his wealth, then how he living?