Текст песни Clouded - Dyl Money

Shit's metamorphic used to riding 'round with ease
Is he the mouse or the snake what's up his sleeve
Shit getting worse can't find the beauty in the beast
He tryna breath but the wind push against the leaf

I think the least, my mind I'm tryna free
And I can't show remorse, I gotta trigger squeeze
You can't be my bitch if you can't help I gotta leave
Turn feelings into flower and just smoke it with a tree
I gotta talk to G O D cus he protecting me
Mind's like a forcefield, got protect my energy
Red on a target I outline my enemies
My head been on a swivel this just how it gotta be

Can't start new life, disappear and hope for change (I wish I could)
This whole world crumbling and striving off of rage (it really is)
Nurture the seed but when it's grown it ain't the same
Striving for excellence, producing all this pain
You was the one, but times passed you turned a lame
Rock fear of god but god know I don't fear a name
My funds was low I doubled back, I rearranged
Now I'm finally counting, you wanna hit me, shit is strange

You not my friend, you an enemy I see it in you
You fucked that up, I was the only one believing in you
I guess you did it for a reason, I guess this shit was meant to
And best believe I'm coming back for all the shit I lent you

How you wanna do this shit, the easy or the hard way
I know the real you, not the fake you, back up in them hallways
We come from hopping fences, running round geeking all day
It's crazy seeing where we at knowing that we is all paid

I feel like Deion, rich like Elon, shit is getting personal
Scream, yell and roar, ball like Shedeur my dawg gonna hurt you bruh
Violet all in me cus I'm drinking and im smoking purple stuff
Go grab the chop spin by the block, cus that bitch'll lift you up

I think the least, my mind I'm tryna free
And I can't show remorse, I gotta trigger squeeze
You can't be my bitch if you can't help I gotta leave
Turn feelings into flower and just smoke it with a tree