Lyrics Cloud 9 (feat. Brad Thomas) - R.O.C.

I don't usually record high, but like... How else am I 'posed to record this song bruh?
When I'm finished with this, I gotta hit the club. I'm down to like two grams bruh
Aye this loud hella bomb though
Like, I'm too high to even care about anything right now dawg

Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Let me take another hit and I'll be on my way
Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Let me take another hit and I'll be on my way

Roll one up, man this good good got me cappin' out
Faded with the homies, I think we done smoked 'bout half an ounce
We ain't ever stingy, keep that doobie in rotation
Soak up all the vibes, watchin' movies on vacation
Chiefin' strong while we hit bongs, up in smoke like Cheech & Chong
Take it to the whip, now we hotboxin' with the speakers on
Young Rastafari tryna figure out this life thing
Smell the terpenes in the air, homie I just might sing
I always feel that way every time I kill that jay
Meditatin', medicatin', this gon' be a chill ass day
Hella tree but now I'm down to my last paper
So Bradley came through with the pen and we both blew mad vapors
Chakras open from the THC and CBD
I and I stay unified, so Babylon please leave me be
Put my life on DVD, never finna see me flee
Grab the Bic and pass the spliff, I'm chokin' like a masochist

Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Let me take another hit and I'll be on my way

Yeah, uh
Halfway through the blunt, I dozed off
Best sleep you'll ever have when you blow ganj'
Chiefin' reefer like a Native, all I see is haze
Faded illustrations like I live inside a smoke box
I don't think ya boy is really high enough (high enough)
Roll another jay, let me light it up (light it up)
Smoke big, live long, wake up and get stoned
Brain movin' slower than some dial up (dial up)
Medical patient, ready to blaze it
Keep pushin' forward, no energy wasted
Five golden nugs my dispensary's rated
This shit is cookies fasho, I can taste it (I can taste it)
Yeah, my house is the green lounge
Got a pow wow in the livin' room, we choppin' all the trees down
Up on cloud 9, spreadin' peace 'round (peace 'round)

Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Let me take another hit and I'll be on my way
Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Let me take another hit and I'll be on my way

Aye bro, you tryna grab a bite somewhere?
Hell yeah! I'm hella hungry
Me too man
Shit... Where the fuck my keys at?
What the fuck?
Shit... You just tryna smoke another joint?
I'm with it
A'ight, fuck it
Shit... You just tryna smoke another joint?
I'm with it
A'ight, fuck it