Artist: Chris Webby f Smokahantas Album: The Under Classmen (Mixtape) Song: My Cloud Typed by: AZ Lyrics Catch me where the red ferns grow smokin' bud that burns slow So turn the damn dial if your speakers turned low 'Cuz everything I'm doin is loud I'm just chillin on a motha fuckin cumulus cloud I stay high Up in the galaxy like pluto nash stupid ass thinkin any one in your crew's gon' last but you knew those facts I'm the dog that whipped pugos ass Fat bud call it sumo grass So you better give me kutos fast won't stop till I got that Borat n Bruno cash I'm a box office success puffin' the best got that Godzilla, green same color as Shrek So lets throw it in a dutchy or philly or E Z Wider bong, bowl, bubbler, hookah, or vaporizer Maybe throw yourself a batch of brownies in as long as we be gettin' high count me in, ay! [Chorus] I'm just livin' on a cloud chillen in the sunshine I got a dub n a dutch I think its blunt time Eyes bloodshot, contacts dry wear my sunglasses even when I'm inside I'm high like the THC in my system my weed is Medicin i need it for livin I twist up my words while I speed up the rhythm because I be high as fuck 'n I don't need your permission I'm twistin burnin' on a cloud smokin on a joint that would make Bob Marley proud Jam with the buffalo soldiers chillen let me stir it up Trench town rockin on a beat then I burn it up You better learn your stuff be ware I'm just a kid who didn't pay attention and dare I've been high all day since eighth grade stay blazed off that grade A haze and AK ay! [Chorus] Rollin up an eighth of grass any time I blaze a track 'cuz I stay burnin like a fuckin pyromaniac Keep atleast an ounce where I'm stayin at; dutch in the whip puffin some piff who fuckin with chris? (Nobody) Anywhere I go you know I got some pot green with orange hair like Roger Klots Got that carrot top drop no stems no seeds takin bong rips to see if u can OD But you can't all you get is cough 'n real hungry tearin' the fuck outta the fridge with the munchies Pass out in boxers infront of the tv then wake up at like three PM Then its wake n bake time so roll yourself a joint 'cuz if ur not high then whats the fuckin' point? My heads in the clouds I'll never be sober I'll be a pot head till its over closure [Chorus]