Tiara Thomas - The Cloud lyrics

[Intro: Wale] They need More About Nothing One two one one two One two one one two One two one [Hook: Tiara Thomas] Let's get high, k** these lows Let's get f**ed up to the bone Blowing trees yeah we do the damn thing all the weekend weekend Let's get up, let's get down Come wit me you'll smoke around Beggin please don't be shy no it ain't no secret secret [Verse 1: Wale] Yeah a n***a been cold wit it (yeah) Married to this rap sh** and yall just go wit it Oh here we go again eyes a lil lower I be 420'n when I'm 310'n it High grade karma, pa** me the ganja I swear to god I hit it like I'm Garciaparra Far from alarmed, I just part wit my problems I party on the stars b**h I'm farther than a Martian Pardon my absence, I'm actually far out of town wit a pound b**h, I'm parked on a comet Fried than a mugg, OG kush i need another nick -- Starks at the garden Holla; Cheech, Chong & Folarin, only get high when my lows come often Hoes out in Boston, hoes out in Crofton, hoes in the cold, if them hoes keep talking Huh all we ask is trust, all we ask is good to decorate the dutch Never late for lunch, never fade the uh If you k**ing your lows, then honey raise it up Let's give up, smoke that dro, we gonna smoke till we can't no more Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening Lets get smack, lets get fried, lets do anything you like Huh I can't sing it -- TT, you got it Uh lets go [Hook] [Outro: Tiara Thomas] Let's get high, k** these lows Trees yeah All weekend Let's get up, let's get down Boy, you know I'll smoke you out Haha no secret