Mascot - Clouds

Maybe there's a cloud that's covering the sun
Maybe there's a cloud that's covering you
Maybe there's a cloud that's covering the sun
Maybe there's a cloud that's covering you
Maybe there's no clouds at all
Maybe there's a cloud in you
Maybe there's no gloom at all
And all the gloom is you
I don't need a fucking alibi to murder you
Ima put you in the dirt, put you in a hearse
One time, one time got a black m9
Shawty with a blicky sitting by my side
T-Pain with the way I'm spitting game on these bitches
It's fame on these bitches
Drank two dranks one minute, got me LV linen
Winning, if your bitch lacking for some bands
She trippin'
Maybe there's a cloud that's covering the sun
Maybe there's a cloud that's covering you
Maybe there's a cloud that's covering the sun
Maybe there's a cloud that's covering you
Maybe there's no clouds at all
Maybe there's a cloud in you
Maybe there's no gloom at all
And all the gloom is you
Fritos Lays chips
Bitch on my hips
Lame ass boy ima kiss yo momma lips
Roast beef sammy
All up in her fanny
Four foot eleven
Ima small boy felon
Wit a head like a melon
And its hot like a kelvin
Twinkle toes care bears
Small tits I don't care
Small cake, cupcake
Eat it from the back cause I'm like that
Freaky boy with a silly hat
Toes pics Snapchat, I get that
Maybe there's no clouds at all
Maybe there's a cloud in you
Maybe there's no gloom at all
And all the gloom is you

Written by:
Neeharika Rao, Noah Escalante

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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