Clouds

Verse 1: I was Rosa Parks sitting on the sofa Laying back, looking up, listening to Hova Thinking bout that Range Rover Or on the 'pagne with no pain In the back of the black 'Bach chilling, slumped over You see all of this ain't necessary But I wanna live a good life before the cemetery Life is temporary, so I do what I gotta do, say what I gotta say all to become legendary Open my mouth and all I see is plaque, now tell me how real is that Pursuing goals to hang with aristocrats Skinny nigga but I want my pockets fat No need for the chat, if you with me then you need to hollaback Sometimes I fall short but start to float better And I'm heavy on the words but still lighter than a feather Making moves, having positions that's all clever Sacrificing, so we playing chess not checkers Hook: When it's a rainy day stay above the clouds Work hard, play hard and in the end you'll be proud (x2) You better check yoself before you wreck yoself And if you fucking up then go get some help (x2) Verse 2: Pavements, progressing in engagements, increasing all my payments Impressing all my patients Exceeding expectations, I move different so don't ask me 'bout my operations Visions of a versatile nigga, stacking figures And feeding the people who came with us Fuck the people who bit us, the circle is so viscous Revenge is sweet and that shit taste a bit delicious They say most deff like my name's Mos Def, they most deaf, cause I write rhymes that make em turn left Now who's next, I'm complex, get the message get the text I'm Mr.Bateman, don't touch the Rolex just give me mo sex All of these thoughts are so appealing These were some of the things I were feeling And this is all what I believe in But the bad thing is that I'm still staring at the ceiling