[Playing Devin the Dude – Doobie Ashtray in background]
[Lighter]
[Bong rip]
Doc Strange: Clouds!
[Music fades]
[Wind noises]
Cumulus Nimbus:
Chorus –
Doc Strange:
Soaring through the clouds… I’m soaring through the clouds!
Hah, ha-ah, yeah! Yea-yeah!
Jimmy James: Man you know that I be!
[Doc Strange and Josh Jackson: Soaring through the clouds.
This is the life! (Strange: this is the life, the life!),
Headed up and up and up, up and up and up (Strange: Enjoy the flight!)
Doc Strange: Headed up and up and up (up and up and up)]X2
Doc Strange: Enjoy the flight!
Doc Strange:
(Yup!)
I’ve been amongst clouds a time or two,
Been completely engulfed in that Shiner brew,
Are you a grinder too? Do you work like me?
In the laboratory till a quarter past three,
Do you wrestle with your demons?
The good, the evil,
Outside I’m a peasant,
Inside I’m regal,
Spitting without equal, watch out for my sequel,
Cause that shit is dropping like it’s out the ass of a seagull [gull],
Null and void, the whole swag movement,
Hip Hop’s on the up and up, can’t let you fuck’s ruin it,
Can’t quit doing this, far too stupendous,
The game is in my veins but I’ma stay independent!
Leave her ass up-ended, then fuck until I’m winded,
Come out of nowhere, and blow up like Jeremy Lin did,
And don’t get offended if my eyes are Asianic,
It’s a little bit ironic, but mainly it’s just the chronic, it’s Strange!
Chorus –
Fly Ty:
I’m up in the sky, check the tat, it’s Mr. Fly,
I’m feeling pretty faded, can I maybe get a ride?
It’s been too many years since I stepped up in the booth,
And even if ya’ Shaq, man you’ll never fill my shoes,
I’m seeing all these clouds, there’s been too many rounds,
I think I’m in a daze, but I can’t tell by the sounds,
All I’m hearing is this plane here that I’m steering,
I’m just going up and down, ain’t a height that I’ve been fearing,
It’s the lows… lately got me crawling on all fours,
Stairway to heaven, bitch I’m knocking on some doors,
But can’t nobody hear you when you’re asking for forgiveness,
I’m soaring through the clouds hoping that someone’ll witness,
Uh, I’m feeling like a heathen up in heaven, how ironic?
How I’ve been drinking heavy, but I steady smoke the chronic,
And even if it’s bad for me, I’m still just gonna’ do it,
And God if this is blasphemy, I hope you see right through it.
Chorus –
Jimmy James:
(Yo!)
Just put it out, time to roll me up another ‘rillo,
My eyes looking pink like someone farted in my pillow,
Everybody wanna’ ask why do I smoke?
I say, “to get high!” That’s a high note,
Probation’s on my nuts, they say I can’t spark it,
I say regardless, I still remain a dope artist,
Didn’t get that? Well maybe then you weren’t meant to,
I know my mental strength sharper than a thousand Ginsus,
See the green to me is what the bovine is to Hindus,
No plane compares to the flight that marijuana gives you,
Haven’t tried it? Just break it down, roll up, and light it,
Don’t try and fight it, relax the mind, enjoy the flight, kid,
I know when I did, I had the heaviest of eye-lids,
Enjoyed the silence from smoking indigo and violets,
Purple trees got me freer than a bird is,
Go and get some good and stop smoking on that dirt kid,
I’m high right now, don’t know how I should rehearse this,
Too high. I guess that’s how my fucking verse ends,
So if you need me, then come and find me,
Just know that most likely, the chances are that I’ll be…
Chorus –
Outro –
Doc Strange:
Mmm-hmm, yeah!
It’s that Cumulus Nimbus,
Feeling mighty stupendous!
Enjoy the flight!
