Clouds of Smoke

[Verse 1: Illmaculate] I get a high when I've risen up from out my lows I watch my words travel distances around the globe How fitting that I'm lifted but I'm drowning slow Sipping angels bathwater swimming in a cloud of smoke No plane ticket backstroking on cloud nine This taste different there's hash on it no pound sign Was raised different, my fam knows that I'm outside That fake image that fans going allowed by And I ain't calling out names cause I'm past that Top of the food chain there's no one to be mad at Peaceful mind lead the blind that they leave behind They hate each other try not to make another's weakness mine Time to redefine the preaching that I'm doing Let my message realign all the dreams that I'm pursuing Try to keep a watchful eye on the things that I'm consuming Follow leaders blindly they eagerly lead you to your ruin It's true, but... [Hook: Illmaculate] Feeling lifted but I'm drowning slow Swimming in this cloud of smoke And it's about time I just feel that it's about time I'm feeling lifted but I'm drowning slow Swimming in this cloud of smoke And it's about time Show me how high is cloud nine [Verse 2: Goldini Bagwell] 20,000 leagues above sea level At this altitude I can simply style on you No need to squeeze metal Tethered, blowing a .08 off the liquor But when measured they call me a 7.7 Cause I'm off the Richter Get off my cloud boy I'm blowing halo cookies Drowning out this cotton mouth By sipping on a fifth of angel pussy I ain't no rookie, I'm a professional Matter of fact I'm probably the best you know Taking breast strokes in between pulls of the perfecto Fold up that 97 depeche mode, ultra Oh you in that mainstream? so what Id rather take this high dive with my eyes sewn shut Fall forever, all the better Ill live with the scarlet letter Until my lungs and liver are tarred and feathered It's cool, put me behind the bar and throw away the keys Cause tonight, you'll be my last call ever [Hook] [Verse 3: OnlyOne] I don't know what I'm thinking, I can't tell what 'no' is Smoking and drinking, I don't know what self control is I got a lot of secrets I don't tell to no one That's probably the reason you sleeping like melatonin But the way that I'm dreaming, you can smell I'm smoking But you won't see it, you can't even telescope it In heaven melting gold smelters bellow smoke That settles like feathers floating, like you tore a pillow open Search my body from head to toe, stethoscope it There's not a jealous bone anywhere my skeletal is Hating on me? A frozen tear for your meta-emotions You hopin' with broken mirrors and umbrellas open Professional stroke, head full of smoke Whiter than methadone, coke and medical coats Roll a hell of a joint like a telephone pole In a treaty the Seminole's broke and burn it like Emilie Rose [Hook]