Letras
Cloud Committee cannibal, cooking up the antidote
Alchemist on acid, I'm blasted don't let my Nana know
Waken baken, breakfast, eggs and bacon and an eight to smoke
Secret Saturdays, new CHO what they waiting for
Mary Jane she keep me woke, third eye on patrol
Almost went to jail, I don't think I would've seen parole
I'm blessed to see another bowl, cops stay down the road
They asking what I'm packing, told they ass that they ain't need to know
Waken baken, pizza rolls, Sour D, OG CHO
No sleep, my dreams started right in this studio
I just need to do a show, fans all around the globe
Ring around the roses, got a pocket full of honeycombs
This that Cloud Committee smoking out a chimney
Shrooms and lsd, we getting trippy trippy
This that Cloud 180, 1990's babies
Legend in the making, chief like reservations
This that Cloud Committee smoking out a chimney
Shrooms and lsd, we getting trippy trippy
This that Cloud 180, 1990's babies
Psychedelic Smoker's Club, rarely are we sobered up
Face us with a honey Dutch or berry if we rolling up
Puff, puff, pass the blunt don't hog that shit, ash it pass it to the front
Gas mask, gotta blast, say she want a bong rip
Give her long dick, leave my paw prints
Pink balls, blue walls, now that bitch keep stalking
Ducking, dodging, spot me everywhere I'm walking
Made that bitch suck my dick, now she hacking and coughing
Cloud Committee conference planning world dominance
Two shows, one CHO, smoke to boost my confidence
Cloud 180 conscience, ganja be common sense
Hotboxing my mama's whip, stuffing bodies inside of it