Oxygen lyrics

[Intro: Cloud Atrium]
One- more- Cloud!
([?]) Yeah

[Verse 1: Cloud Atrium]
Tombstones for the who knows
Doomsday was tomorrow, I could postpone
I'm in the middle ground between
Sippin' Listerine till my insides is green
I've been outside for a minute, my flip-side is mean
The way I manifest, you can tell I need nice things
I heard he want that verse from Cloud, but don't know what that verse mean
Sold out on sympathy, ex-shorty a fiend
Insomniac, and I told that b*tch go to sleep
Rappers foldin', roll in the deep, read horoscopes, feel complete, uh (Uh!)
A lot of y'all flow sound retrogradin' the theme and perpetuatin' the dream, uh (Ooh!)
Death within the sleep, that's Freddy Krueger to me, you see
Run a f*ckin' mile, I say a mile with cheese (Cheese)
You ain't gettin' chicken, your business is flappin' wings, uh ([?]!)
Khary ain't sorry or nothin,' I get the keys
Because the only time we let 'em breathe is when we leave
That's when-

[Chorus: Khary & Cloud Atrium]
Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost!)
Behind me, I leave him 'lone
The hype beam shining like gold
My greed, I need some more (Dos!)
Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost!)
Behind me, I leave him 'lone
The hype beam shining like gold
My greed, I need some more (Woah!)
[Interlude: Khary & Cloud Atrium]
(Woah!)
(Woah!)
(Woah! One- more- Cloud!) Uhhh...
(Woah! [?]) This is weird (Yeah)
(Woah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Khary]
Pity pat (Pat), hit a kitty cat (Cat) with a pretty bat (Bat)
City stack, Diddy wit' these racks, hear my city crash (Crash)
Should he crash? You a widdy-wack, gimme fifty back (Back)
sh*tty snobs, watch 'em piggyback on my riddy-raps (Raps)
Gotta glow, gotta go more like a gala strobes (Strobes)
Had a loan, on the rattle bones in the catacombs (Catacombs)
Got a ho, what's the matter, bro? Know you tattle toe
Alamo, never had a ho I ain't rappin' fo'!
Yeah, feel like I do not smoke enough to rap on this (This is weird)
If I wasn't the first, well, I'm damn sh*t a catalyst (Uhhh, this is weird)
You tweeted 'bout it, so I guess you an activist (Uhhh, this is weird)
Triplet flow with a dose of the Actavis (Yeah, yeah!)
Pardon my manners, I just go Bruce with the banner
Spider-Man, shoot with my camera
Then sell it to you with my grammar
I can't play this with my grandma, her vision impaired
f*ck, sh*t!
Wait a minute, now, f*ck this!
All I see geese, pluck sh*t! (sh*t)
All I know is y'all better duck quick! (Quick)
Got an album in the tuck, crisp! (Crisp) Okay, okay
Still got the karat Ks (Ayy!), I'm like Puffy with a can of mace (Ayy!)
'Cause these n*ggas, they ain't got no taste (Ayy!)
The bad boys, so the family straight
Don't f*ck with the Captain
Go Jet Jackson on these action figures
Oh, you run your town?
You a clown, please don't pass the scissors (What?)
[Chorus: Khary & Cloud Atrium]
Visine, I see the ghost (Aah-ooh! Ghost!)
Behind me, I leave him 'lone
The hype beam shining like gold
My greed, I need some more (Dos!)
Visine, I see the ghost (Ghost!)
Behind me, I leave him 'lone (Leave him 'lone)
The hype beam shining like gold
My greed, I need some more (More!)