Cloud 9
We live from the head down and not the feet up
And I'm adorned with the crown that's making this up
And I'm fine under cloud 9
Yes I wear the lamb's wool, the feet of burned brass
And the wool defies gravity like the nature of a gas
And I'm fine under cloud 9
Twist my cloud and it rain
And when it rains it pours
And the energy will absorb
Power for the metaphysical one
Happy to be nappy, I'm black and I'm proud
That I have been chosen to wear the conscious cloud
And I'm fine under cloud 9
I be a chameleon and wear it bone straight
But it's so much stronger when it's in its natural state
And I'm fine under cloud 9
Twist my cloud and let it rain
And when it rains it pours
And the energy will absorb
Power for the metaphysical one
Twist my cloud and let it rain
And when it rains it pours
And the energy will absorb
Power for the metaphysical one
We live from the head down and not the feet up
And I'm adorned with the crown that's making this up
And I'm fine under cloud 9
Twist my cloud and let it rain
And when it rains it pours
And the energy will absorb
Power for the metaphysical one