Cloud Surfing

I need it from the top!

This is history, baby!

Yeah, the Wright brothers, the flights covered

First class, light puffer, red-eyed type motherfucker

The loudest smokin', out in the open

Enough to crowd the clouds chosen

Witness how the sky is now closin', frozen

That's the bit of chills, it's cold when you flyin' this high over the littered hills

Heavy movin' higher speeds, yet you sittin' still

Until the turbulence hit, then you feelin' like you gettin' killed

But that ain't goin' down, we finna stabilize

Pressurize off pure jet fuel, we finna take the skies

My hand on the globe, to the neck, you die

Respect the vibe, but get your necklace tied

That's a bad passenger, gotta reject the rider

You ain't got the juice, no insider, for y'all to climb higher

The attitudes at an all-time altitude

Longitude, all in line to route the fuel, the mountain view

I doubt you knew

I need it from the top!

This is history, baby!

This is pure ascension

Racing the Urus in a trench coat with a fur extension

Garments at discount, but the man behind the shirt expensive

Let off a sweep, they hoppin' over cars and hurdle fences

Smoke aromatic drug, get beauty sleep on magic rug

Burstin' out the dugout when they call for the next batter up

Before I swing, I point to the heavens gate

And play the game better than I can explain, so allow me to demonstrate

Do more e-boogie on a cumulonimbus

I'ma die fresh, what you digest don't do me no difference

We have now reached a comfortable flyin' speed

The first of the livin' double G's, the last of the dyin' breed

I'm weightless, with perspiration

Fall out of clouds like precipitation

I was just on a couch in the basement

It's all how you lay it out, it's the placement

If I'm not on top of a cloud, then I'ma chase it

The foul doctor fix you up with a face lift

This is history baby!