
Cloud Wraith (w/ Jimmydsausage)
[Genre: Synthwave-Phonk, 90s Boom Bap, Smoker's Anthem] [Energy: 92 BPM, Heavy MPC-Swing, Crunchy-Vinyl-Grain, Gritty-Street-Swagger] [Drums: Hard-hitting Kick, Sharp "Crack" Snare, Rhythmic Hi-hat Triplets] [Instrumentation: Analog Saw-leads, Lush Juno-60 Pads, Detuned FM-Synths] [Bass: Deep Moog-Sub, Rhythmic-Drive, Sidechain-Compression] [Vocals: Male Baritone, Deep-Raspy, Gritty-Flow, Aggressive-Precision, Slurred-Cadence] [Atmosphere: City-Glow, Hazy-Aura, High-Fidelity]

Cloud Wraith (w/ Jimmydsausage)
[Genre: Synthwave-Phonk, 90s Boom Bap, Smoker's Anthem] [Energy: 92 BPM, Heavy MPC-Swing, Crunchy-Vinyl-Grain, Gritty-Street-Swagger] [Drums: Hard-hitting Kick, Sharp "Crack" Snare, Rhythmic Hi-hat Triplets] [Instrumentation: Analog Saw-leads, Lush Juno-60 Pads, Detuned FM-Synths] [Bass: Deep Moog-Sub, Rhythmic-Drive, Sidechain-Compression] [Vocals: Male Baritone, Deep-Raspy, Gritty-Flow, Aggressive-Precision, Slurred-Cadence] [Atmosphere: City-Glow, Hazy-Aura, High-Fidelity]
Lyrics
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Lyrics:
Y-y-y-yeah, pass that shit...
Spark the combustion, I’m feeling the rush in my lungs
Talking in smoke, motherfucker, I’m speaking in tongues
Eyes rolling back, letting the feeling take hold of my brain
Turning the lead in my spirit to a glistenin’ chain
One hit uh them trees and the gravity starts to fail
I’m leaving the pavement, emitting a vapor trail
Flyin’ past the billboards, bright light is soaking my skin
World’s getting smaller now, lettin’ levitation begin
Hovering over the traffic, they stuck in the five o’clock
Drifting over steeples, higher and higher each and er’y block
The calm is a blanket, the sky is a velvet sheet
I’m leaning back in the clouds, feeling the quiet and sweet
Ch-check the elevation, I’m breaking the ceiling now
Floating through the air, I’m making a silent vow
To never come down, to stay in this purple haze.
Wrapped in the mist, I could stay here for days.
(We floatin… )
(We floatin!… )
I’m touching the tip of the spire, freedom tower under my feet
Looking down at them ants, scurrying through the street
They looking for dollars, I’m looking for galaxies, bitch
Floating on this movement, I’m scratching the itch
( S-s-scratching the itch..... )
Empire State is a toothpick, I’m leaning against the moon
The clouds are my pillows, I’m staying inside this tune
Fly as a falcon, smooth how that escalade glide
From Manhatten to Statten, I’m on that heavenly ride
Jimmy D with me, we forming a celestial chain
Higher than them buildings, we washin’ away the pain
I can see the horizon, edge of the digital map
Caught in the circuit, but living inside the gap
No limits, no borders, just me and the flickering lights
Touching the purple sky over these skyscrapers tonight.
We be rollin up that kush, light that shit up real loud
Cloud smoke be so thick, we be risin high above the crowd
Pass me on over that gas, don’t cough it out now
High as a kite all night, yeah we be floatin all around
Wait... the light is flickering, the tank is running on low
My eyelids are lead, and the movement is starting to slow
( Man... I’m beat... )
Gravity’s calling me back, I’m sinking down through the haze
The skyscrapers growing, I’m ending the heavenly phase
My boots hit the carpet, the room is starting to spin
The glory is over, let the munchies begin
Sumblin’ to the kitchen, moving at like forty percent
Whole vibe is gone, wondering where the time went
I’m raiding the freezer, I’m looking for buried gold
Found the yella bag, baby, yeah, those Totino’s rolls
Burning my tongue on the lava, that pizza sauce sting
I’m a king in the clouds, but a snack food slave on the wing
60 seconds in the microwave, feeling that heat
Feeding like a beast while I’m crashing out in mah seat
Jimmy’s passed out on the sofa, we done with the flight
I’m just a man and his pizza rolls, endin’ the night.
(my mouth is on fiyuhh)
We be rollin up that kush, light that shit up real loud
Cloud smoke be so thick, we be risin high above the crowd
Pass me on over that gas, don’t cough it out now
High as a kite all night, yeah we be floatin all around
Vaites and Jimmy out...
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Lyrics by vaiterz & jimmydsausage...
