Black Cloud Lyrics
| Song | Black Cloud |
| Artist | Joe Budden |
| Album | Mood Muzik 4 : A Turn 4 The Worst |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Joe Budden | |
| 作曲 : Joe Budden | |
| Nothing stays the same forever.....not even me | |
| Check this...check it[Joe Budden - Verse 1] | |
| Something must've changed me, n-ggas might defame me | |
| But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me | |
| Strangely | |
| I'm no longer sad man or angry | |
| Shame-ably it pains me, feeling like this just ain't me | |
| Mainly what do | |
| I tell all the people that thanked me | |
| Mainly those who ordain me, aside from can you blame me | |
| Motivation they was supplying me no longer providing me | |
| Jason Williams something killed whatever was driving me | |
| Worrying less about the past more about the now | |
| Less about what | |
| I'm going though more about the how | |
| It's for certain it's been 30 years being fit for hurting | |
| Now I'm a different person with nohing to overcome in the mist of burdens | |
| For certain, got 6 figures in my sock drawer | |
| And honestly this year | |
| I expect to make a lot more | |
| It's hard to live without a budget when life is corrupted | |
| In a house thats so peaceful that | |
| I'm trying to disrupt it | |
| Scream **** it not because | |
| I have to but because | |
| I love itWhich makes me as fake as the puppets that | |
| I speak of disgusted | |
| Without a paddle up sh-t's creek | |
| Dig deep and see it ain't life it's just me | |
| So be warned as | |
| I'm putting on like | |
| I'm deformed | |
| Only so y'all can accept it as being my norm | |
| Maybe I quit working on me, maybe | |
| I given up | |
| Maybe I been lying to myself maybe | |
| I give a f-ck.[Chorus] | |
| It's enough to make you black out, pull a mac out | |
| Aim it at the sky while | |
| I'm running from a black cloud | |
| Every day we playin cat and mouse as | |
| I watch it hoverin over my glass house | |
| It's enough to make you spazz out, pull a mac out | |
| Aim it at the sky while | |
| I'm running from a black cloud | |
| Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud.[Joe Budden - Verse 2] | |
| I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly | |
| Trying to make my girl get it she don't know it's very scary | |
| But she's a nympho she can come barely near me | |
| She still want the | |
| God and i don't think she's mary mary | |
| The prettiest bitches they just want to service me | |
| While n-ggas prettiest bitches wouldn't get a word from me | |
| Some of you haven't heard from me some of you wouldn't mind murking me | |
| Found that news funny likes its stright from | |
| Ron Burgundy | |
| These n-ggas ain't never seen dough | |
| They can't dream though i bump into 'em in between shows | |
| People say im emo what that really mean though | |
| Is though the song can't breathe | |
| I actually make it seem so | |
| I lost loved ones because they couldn't deal with me | |
| Cherish whoever still with me though the marriage be killed in me | |
| Normally it's just me and my lonely mind | |
| Everyone storm is different so this forecast is only mine | |
| Fans recognize my misery uplifted me | |
| Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me | |
| Maybe its serendipity, maybe it's weighing on me physically | |
| Maybe I should man up and tell | |
| GOD not to solicit me | |
| Been medicated, meditated | |
| Sedated, hated | |
| Character assassinated, all theses years | |
| I masqueraded | |
| Hard headed, if it was on my mind | |
| I had to say it | |
| Tongue on the devil's pitchfork to see how disaster tasted | |
| Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated | |
| Wouldn't be scared of the truth if they weren't castrated | |
| Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people to shoot it before me | |
| Better unconditionally love my beautiful ugly | |
| Now lemme speak to who | |
| I cater to | |
| Would you love me to say(or sang?), before my weeks were not favorable | |
| Promised to maintain being unique but relatable | |
| All while suffering from a disease that could do away with you | |
| Poetry on the beat, spoken-word for the masses | |
| Therapy over pro-tools, every word is on acid | |
| Continents on | |
| Kush, every vowel is blunted | |
| Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded | |
| This is bigger than the | |
| Eiffle, this is alert to public | |
| Had a cop us by our tunnels and our bridges with the rifle | |
| Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man aching | |
| This is the damn breaking, contraband in the making | |
| This is panic unveiling, got potential but | |
| I never met it | |
| He be trying to come over, it seem like | |
| GOD won't let it | |
| Either he never got my invite or he jus dismissed it | |
| But if all | |
| I'm hearing are the sounds of blackness, why am | |
| I pessimistic? | |
| You'll never progress if you'll never try | |
| All I ask, let every word | |
| I birth, never die | |
| My wings spread, but when | |
| I'm at the sky | |
| Weather didn't change like | |
| I thought and had me petrified.[Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Joe Budden | |
| zuo qu : Joe Budden | |
| Nothing stays the same forever..... not even me | |
| Check this... check it Joe Budden Verse 1 | |
| Something must' ve changed me, nggas might defame me | |
| But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me | |
| Strangely | |
| I' m no longer sad man or angry | |
| Shameably it pains me, feeling like this just ain' t me | |
| Mainly what do | |
| I tell all the people that thanked me | |
| Mainly those who ordain me, aside from can you blame me | |
| Motivation they was supplying me no longer providing me | |
| Jason Williams something killed whatever was driving me | |
| Worrying less about the past more about the now | |
| Less about what | |
| I' m going though more about the how | |
| It' s for certain it' s been 30 years being fit for hurting | |
| Now I' m a different person with nohing to overcome in the mist of burdens | |
| For certain, got 6 figures in my sock drawer | |
| And honestly this year | |
| I expect to make a lot more | |
| It' s hard to live without a budget when life is corrupted | |
| In a house thats so peaceful that | |
| I' m trying to disrupt it | |
| Scream it not because | |
| I have to but because | |
| I love itWhich makes me as fake as the puppets that | |
| I speak of disgusted | |
| Without a paddle up sht' s creek | |
| Dig deep and see it ain' t life it' s just me | |
| So be warned as | |
| I' m putting on like | |
| I' m deformed | |
| Only so y' all can accept it as being my norm | |
| Maybe I quit working on me, maybe | |
| I given up | |
| Maybe I been lying to myself maybe | |
| I give a fck. Chorus | |
| It' s enough to make you black out, pull a mac out | |
| Aim it at the sky while | |
| I' m running from a black cloud | |
| Every day we playin cat and mouse as | |
| I watch it hoverin over my glass house | |
| It' s enough to make you spazz out, pull a mac out | |
| Aim it at the sky while | |
| I' m running from a black cloud | |
| Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud. Joe Budden Verse 2 | |
| I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly | |
| Trying to make my girl get it she don' t know it' s very scary | |
| But she' s a nympho she can come barely near me | |
| She still want the | |
| God and i don' t think she' s mary mary | |
| The prettiest bitches they just want to service me | |
| While nggas prettiest bitches wouldn' t get a word from me | |
| Some of you haven' t heard from me some of you wouldn' t mind murking me | |
| Found that news funny likes its stright from | |
| Ron Burgundy | |
| These nggas ain' t never seen dough | |
| They can' t dream though i bump into ' em in between shows | |
| People say im emo what that really mean though | |
| Is though the song can' t breathe | |
| I actually make it seem so | |
| I lost loved ones because they couldn' t deal with me | |
| Cherish whoever still with me though the marriage be killed in me | |
| Normally it' s just me and my lonely mind | |
| Everyone storm is different so this forecast is only mine | |
| Fans recognize my misery uplifted me | |
| Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me | |
| Maybe its serendipity, maybe it' s weighing on me physically | |
| Maybe I should man up and tell | |
| GOD not to solicit me | |
| Been medicated, meditated | |
| Sedated, hated | |
| Character assassinated, all theses years | |
| I masqueraded | |
| Hard headed, if it was on my mind | |
| I had to say it | |
| Tongue on the devil' s pitchfork to see how disaster tasted | |
| Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated | |
| Wouldn' t be scared of the truth if they weren' t castrated | |
| Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people to shoot it before me | |
| Better unconditionally love my beautiful ugly | |
| Now lemme speak to who | |
| I cater to | |
| Would you love me to say or sang?, before my weeks were not favorable | |
| Promised to maintain being unique but relatable | |
| All while suffering from a disease that could do away with you | |
| Poetry on the beat, spokenword for the masses | |
| Therapy over protools, every word is on acid | |
| Continents on | |
| Kush, every vowel is blunted | |
| Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded | |
| This is bigger than the | |
| Eiffle, this is alert to public | |
| Had a cop us by our tunnels and our bridges with the rifle | |
| Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man aching | |
| This is the damn breaking, contraband in the making | |
| This is panic unveiling, got potential but | |
| I never met it | |
| He be trying to come over, it seem like | |
| GOD won' t let it | |
| Either he never got my invite or he jus dismissed it | |
| But if all | |
| I' m hearing are the sounds of blackness, why am | |
| I pessimistic? | |
| You' ll never progress if you' ll never try | |
| All I ask, let every word | |
| I birth, never die | |
| My wings spread, but when | |
| I' m at the sky | |
| Weather didn' t change like | |
| I thought and had me petrified. Chorus |
| zuò cí : Joe Budden | |
| zuò qǔ : Joe Budden | |
| Nothing stays the same forever..... not even me | |
| Check this... check it Joe Budden Verse 1 | |
| Something must' ve changed me, nggas might defame me | |
| But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me | |
| Strangely | |
| I' m no longer sad man or angry | |
| Shameably it pains me, feeling like this just ain' t me | |
| Mainly what do | |
| I tell all the people that thanked me | |
| Mainly those who ordain me, aside from can you blame me | |
| Motivation they was supplying me no longer providing me | |
| Jason Williams something killed whatever was driving me | |
| Worrying less about the past more about the now | |
| Less about what | |
| I' m going though more about the how | |
| It' s for certain it' s been 30 years being fit for hurting | |
| Now I' m a different person with nohing to overcome in the mist of burdens | |
| For certain, got 6 figures in my sock drawer | |
| And honestly this year | |
| I expect to make a lot more | |
| It' s hard to live without a budget when life is corrupted | |
| In a house thats so peaceful that | |
| I' m trying to disrupt it | |
| Scream it not because | |
| I have to but because | |
| I love itWhich makes me as fake as the puppets that | |
| I speak of disgusted | |
| Without a paddle up sht' s creek | |
| Dig deep and see it ain' t life it' s just me | |
| So be warned as | |
| I' m putting on like | |
| I' m deformed | |
| Only so y' all can accept it as being my norm | |
| Maybe I quit working on me, maybe | |
| I given up | |
| Maybe I been lying to myself maybe | |
| I give a fck. Chorus | |
| It' s enough to make you black out, pull a mac out | |
| Aim it at the sky while | |
| I' m running from a black cloud | |
| Every day we playin cat and mouse as | |
| I watch it hoverin over my glass house | |
| It' s enough to make you spazz out, pull a mac out | |
| Aim it at the sky while | |
| I' m running from a black cloud | |
| Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud. Joe Budden Verse 2 | |
| I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly | |
| Trying to make my girl get it she don' t know it' s very scary | |
| But she' s a nympho she can come barely near me | |
| She still want the | |
| God and i don' t think she' s mary mary | |
| The prettiest bitches they just want to service me | |
| While nggas prettiest bitches wouldn' t get a word from me | |
| Some of you haven' t heard from me some of you wouldn' t mind murking me | |
| Found that news funny likes its stright from | |
| Ron Burgundy | |
| These nggas ain' t never seen dough | |
| They can' t dream though i bump into ' em in between shows | |
| People say im emo what that really mean though | |
| Is though the song can' t breathe | |
| I actually make it seem so | |
| I lost loved ones because they couldn' t deal with me | |
| Cherish whoever still with me though the marriage be killed in me | |
| Normally it' s just me and my lonely mind | |
| Everyone storm is different so this forecast is only mine | |
| Fans recognize my misery uplifted me | |
| Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me | |
| Maybe its serendipity, maybe it' s weighing on me physically | |
| Maybe I should man up and tell | |
| GOD not to solicit me | |
| Been medicated, meditated | |
| Sedated, hated | |
| Character assassinated, all theses years | |
| I masqueraded | |
| Hard headed, if it was on my mind | |
| I had to say it | |
| Tongue on the devil' s pitchfork to see how disaster tasted | |
| Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated | |
| Wouldn' t be scared of the truth if they weren' t castrated | |
| Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people to shoot it before me | |
| Better unconditionally love my beautiful ugly | |
| Now lemme speak to who | |
| I cater to | |
| Would you love me to say or sang?, before my weeks were not favorable | |
| Promised to maintain being unique but relatable | |
| All while suffering from a disease that could do away with you | |
| Poetry on the beat, spokenword for the masses | |
| Therapy over protools, every word is on acid | |
| Continents on | |
| Kush, every vowel is blunted | |
| Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded | |
| This is bigger than the | |
| Eiffle, this is alert to public | |
| Had a cop us by our tunnels and our bridges with the rifle | |
| Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man aching | |
| This is the damn breaking, contraband in the making | |
| This is panic unveiling, got potential but | |
| I never met it | |
| He be trying to come over, it seem like | |
| GOD won' t let it | |
| Either he never got my invite or he jus dismissed it | |
| But if all | |
| I' m hearing are the sounds of blackness, why am | |
| I pessimistic? | |
| You' ll never progress if you' ll never try | |
| All I ask, let every word | |
| I birth, never die | |
| My wings spread, but when | |
| I' m at the sky | |
| Weather didn' t change like | |
| I thought and had me petrified. Chorus |
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