cLOUDs (Explicit) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：J. Cole

Composed by：J. Cole

Produced by：DZL/Omen/J. Cole

My ****** be smoking on something loud

Head to the cloudz

I ain't been steppin out tired of sticking out in the crowd

This world is changing

Right in front of me

Gray hairs I'm aging

Quicker than I thought I'd be

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Please believe these flows teach egos

To freeze and then recede I'm C4

Beneath your Jeep the second you turn that keyhole

Then heat blows your weak flows right out the water

The father boy I work smarter and harder

My style got a restraining order don't bother

I charter unseen territories in order

To push it farther than you ****** had ever thought of

I caught a lotta murder charges turned artists

To martyrs when I rock thot turns to goddess

Fiends turn to kings dreams turn to things tangible

My hands are full with grands I pulled

From stanzas no I can't go slow

I'm Sandra Bull either proceed with speed or don't breathe

There's no creed or color that won't heed

To the warning the planet'll shake when I'm performing

Tectonic plates from a place where Tecs on their waist

So stay safe or get left with chest on your face

As death waits for your last of breath

I'ma pass the test yes I'm a master chef

Want a taste then pay for it

They claim they're real but they're seldom straightforward

The pain I feel on my frame gets transmuted to a dangerous flame

I spit fire at the devil while the angels sang

The flow changed but Jermaine's the same I'm Plain Jane

Not a chain on my neck but shine like baguettes

A shame not a flex to rhyme like the rest

My mind's quite depressed if I don't write these

I'm Spike Lee of the audio back in my barrio

Parties got shot up so I built up all my cardio

Dodge shells collect coins like I'm Mario

But this is not a gaming experience I'm serious *****

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My ****** be smoking on something loud head to the clouds

I ain't been steppin' out tired of sticking out in the crowd

This world is changing right in front of me

Gray hairs' I'm aging quicker than I thought I'd be

I'm that bass in your trunk the bullet that missed Trump

The gun that jammed 'cause it seemed God had other plans

The Son of Man extending his hand to Son of Sam

In forgiveness for all of the homicides we witnessed

The overdramatized the traumatized with sickness

Thrown in the pan and caramelized for richness

And served on a plate with sirloin steak

To billionaires who don't care the world's gon' break

Long as they make money off it pain brings profit

One man gains it soon as the next man lost it

There's a bridge you can walk to hear God talk

But there are real slim odds a rich man crosses

'Cause greed is a poisonous seed indeed

As it spreads like weeds through the mind's apple trees

I proceed with caution and I'm not flossing

Unlike some I'm not defined by my fortune

I'm defined by rhymes though I'm in my prime

There was times that I was down 'cause I'd thought I'd lost it

But no low and behold as my poetry grows

I give all glory to God as the story unfolds

And the gray hairs that grow on my head will show

Ain't no time limit to get it you ain't never too old

So keep hold of your dreams no matter how it seems

If you don't water your lawn well then it won't stay green

I seen babies turn fiends addicted to the screen

Their dad shares cashiers replaced by machines

Don't buy subscribe so you can just stream

Your content like rent you won't own a thing

Before long all the songs the whole world sings'll

Be generated by latest of AI regimes

As all of our favorite artists erased by it scream

From the wayside "ayy whatever happened to human beings?"

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My ****** be smoking on something loud