Clouds chords and lyrics - LOGIC

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[Verse 1]
[Cm]I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch,
I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin'
for so long (yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch,
I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long

[Verse 2]
Take two, [Cm]take one
[Bm]Chillin' in the [Cm]cut with my son
and his baby mama
I was gonna hit the road
but I'm staying longer
Doing whatever the fuck I wanna
do when I wanna do it
People thinking they know
it but they never knew it
What it be like, the spotlight,
the hot takes and long nights
Yellin' at nobody and winning all of the wrong fights,
it's alright
I'm off like a flight, took a left,
did it right, what a [Bm]sight
Knowing everything gon' [Cm]be alright,
that K. Dot 2015
It seem the art that I make over
they heads like the Sistine
It really feel like ain't nobody
ever listening
That's why I [Bm]do it for me an[Cm]d the
homies and nobody else
Making beats in my room by myself
Kinda funny how [Bm]my last
studio cost [Cm]seven zeros
But I make the best shit when
I'm all alone in my room
College Park coming soon
In the [C]dark going off to
the tune and the [Cm]808 boom
I stay with the trees like a baboon
Flow kinda fast but it's chill like
a pocket full of valium
Head up in the clouds but
I'm coming down soon, yeah

[Verse 3]
I can give [Cm]a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch,
I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for
so long (yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch,
I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting

[Verse 4]
for so long
[Cm]Lowkey tryna get [Bm]trophies
with my [Cm]dawgs
Surely, you'll see my face smilin'
on the front of a billboard soon
Truth is that I got a blueprint [Bm]and I'm finna use it,
[Cm]nigga, let's get it
I'm tryna get a brand new coupe,
she gon' wonder where the [Bm]roof at when she get [Cm]in it[Bm]
[Cm](Wheels spinnin')
While I'm on the [Bm]e- way,
I wish life was easy
[Cm]If you a hater,
then get the fuck up out the way
I only [Bm]hang with my [Cm]teammates
Pass the ball to me, mane
(My niggas, they real, they trill, yeah,
all them stick to the code)
(If you start fakin' over here), I [Bm]look
you dead in the [Cm]soul and tell you
[Bm]I can give

[Verse 5]
[Cm]a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch,
I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for
so long (yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch,
I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for
so [Bm]long
[C][Bm]

[Verse 6]
[Am]
She [C]was in and out [Bm]my suite
all Fashion Week
Studio up in here, [C]sweet,
I was crashin' beats
'Cause the paper don't [Am]sleep and my
loved ones have knees
And my son need everything
I never had [C]times three
[Bm]You's a cold motherfucker,
my homies al[C]ways remind me
They lift me up like that bomb weed
[Bm]In this pound never found seeds
[Am]Just nugs, best buds,
probably [C]spoke of retire[Bm]ment
Dawg, all we get out of it was a "Best of"
[C]Or a greatest hits,
realized he could [Am]still make time for the fam
Busy playin',
but still make time for blazin' shit
Inspir[C]ational [Bm]as s motherfucker,
ask my brother
Hustles [C]like no other, rose from my situ'
Rolls- [Bm]Royces by the gutter
Bad bitch itchin' to sit
[Am]her buns on the butter
[C]Like her but I [Bm]don't love her
Push her to do better but
[C]I don't shove her
Versace bedsheet[Am]s, watchin' Deep
Cover
[C]Gucci rollaway bag, Louis [Am]V duffel