Ayzo - Cloud Chasa Lyrics

Kid Cudi on repeat
For anxiety trope
My breath stankin need febreeze
I ain't talkin the dope
Give you dirt money for free
You're never able to cope

Kid Cudi on repeat
For anxiety trope
My breath stankin need febreeze
I ain't talkin the dope
Give you dirt money for free
You're never able to cope

Feelin numb me so sweet
Thought I was sixteen
I see them clouds under my feet
Feelin like sixties
Piss on em bitch
I got problems with my bladder
Takin life slower
But I be movin it faster
Aesthetic crispy polar
Gon be feelin like a star
Execute simplistic and I'm still raisin the bar
Mickey fiend shit Imma act a fool call me Lavar
Watch imma be drownin in her pool but never raw
Can't afford to get trapped
F*ck fake no dap
See her culo I tap
Shit all I do is rap
Go head and excavate my mental ill
Eatin till I gets my f*ckin fill
Man on moon I'm doce till
Love the pain that be my fentanyl

Kid Cudi on repeat
For anxiety trope
My breath stankin need febreeze
I ain't talkin the dope
Give you dirt money for free
You're never able to cope

Kid Cudi on repeat
For anxiety trope
My breath stankin need febreeze
I ain't talkin the dope
Give you dirt money for free
You're never able to cope

I hate the way you stand on podiums
Your mental health unhealthy give yo ass some sodium
I been addicted needles on my back my opium
All hail the white flower
I wanna break out but shit I been a f*ckin coward
My eyes bloodshot
My flow stoppin like bloodclots
Stare at the window till the midnight hour
I tie a tie
But can't untie the knots in my throat
I fly and fly
Hoping they don't clip my wings till i'm goat
Stare at the moons
When them red balloons pop
I float not
Please don't make me fold stop
Couple more years and it's gon get better so far
Stare at the phone blue light hear the dial tone
Try 2 more times and nothin, f*ck I got a phone
I ain't jealous but it's off with all they f*ckin heads
I'm seein red
When I get a throne

Hold up the f*ck you saying keep your composure
I hate feelin like I ain't shit I just need some closure
F*ck em all
F*ck em all
In my mouth be the sulfur
Even though the homies tell me "b yous a soldier"
I ain't gon lie yeah I do get scared at times
Stare at the mirror but when I do I'm turnin blind
Talk to God he tellin me things gon be fine
My momma tell me recognize that I'm blessed
Wearin a suit huh but inside I'm a mess
I keep tellin myself "bitch you ain't depressed"
Passionate swiggin to heaven I take off
Been puttin in work on my job never laid off
Bag over blues all that matters is payoff
But sometimes what's it worth
I wanna take care of my people before I leave this earth
Ego and vulnerability fightin for dominance
I put a smile to hide the pain placebo the confidence
I blink twice don't wanna empty the lead
Not even in my visions should windows be tinted red

Kid Cudi on repeat
For anxiety trope
My breath stankin need febreeze
I ain't talkin the dope
Give you dirt money for free
You're never able to cope

Kid Cudi on repeat
For anxiety trope
My breath stankin need febreeze
I ain't talkin the dope
Give you dirt money for free
You're never able to cope