Its Cloudy Up There
{Hook}
Took a fork in the road
Now we in different spaces
Universal separation
Can’t relate to what your saying
I’ve been taking on my pain
Oh, I’ve never felt elation
My brain is dead, sedated
Melancholy liberation
Cooking pork in the stove
Thought that I could sit and wait but
The plainess emanating
Has me so bored I go skating
Crossed my mind, once or twice
Thinking maybe I’ll escape it
But I’m frozen in time
So much for liberation

Verse 1: RICH BYRONE x SWASP

Irish cobble, cold with a lazy torpor
Walking, shallow, broken and sober
Irish brew invites me closer
Just a sip to bring me lower
Wife is a mess
She says it’s over
Empty lies sting my eyes
Goodbye my lover
Down another rye Fill me up
Forget the pain of lies
No emotion, all commotion
Hell, I haven’t got no notion
Dublin stalls, closing walls
Life is an endless flaw
Just hurry up, and end it all
Like what do I have to be here for?
I’ve lost track of keeping score
I’m so sad, let’s weep some more
Watch me fly, I’ll leap and soar
But I wanna die, don’t feel no more

{Hook}
Took a fork in the road
Now we in different spaces
Universal separation
Can’t relate to what your saying
I’ve been taking on my pain
Oh, I’ve never felt elation
My brain is dead, sedated
Melancholy liberation
Cooking pork in the stove
Thought that I could sit and wait but
The plainess emanating
Has me so bored I go skating
Crossed my mind, once or twice
Thinking maybe I’ll escape it
But I’m frozen in time
So much for liberation

{PAYTOVEN:}
It just ain't right
Sleeping dead and buried
My dreams don't see the light
My life’s a lie, why can’t I die? (Hurry up!)
We’ve been separated
Both me, my dreams and I
Grown into the very thing I hated
Im feeling so frustrated, (why?)
Nothing is as I hope
I sit around and mope (life sucks)
Tossed away neglected
The dreams I have rejected (like nope)
I wish that I was him
But things be looking grim (Reap my soul)
Lights be looking dim (Free my soul)
Falling apart
Being held back
Life makes me feel claustrophobic
Feel like I’m a piece of trash (burn)
I’m so wack, yeah, I got no tricks
In the bag I don’t know much
Fighting foes, all my opponents
It’s inside my DNA, components
Elements, gotta cope with crap
Road block for my soul
Dead end nowhere to go
Like clouds I drift away
Only seeing black and gray
Looking like a tragic play
Cast be looking out of place
I hope that I sound okay
I write until I’m outta space (outer space)
{Bridge JAIII}
Help I need help
Heaven meets hell
Trapped in my cell
Wrapped in my jealousy
Help I need help
Heaven meets hell
Not very proud
Of what they are telling me

{Verse 3: JAIII}
Wise guy really wants to die
When he tried to speak his mind
People shrieked, ‘He telling lies!’
Highlights never seem so bright
Death be always on his mind
Feeling weak, it never hides
He tryna work a treaty but it’s always compromised
He could never eat a treat
No matter what he tried
Always feeling bittersweet
Drinking melancholy wine
Suicidal, in a cycle, on a ride just buying time, uh (slow down)
Ok, had some bonafide talent
Really, I don’t know what to do about it
Begging, thinking as I’m counting
All the pennies that I’ve lost
The fading light I bask in
Has me asking what has happened
To the days of the fleeting past
Where being faithful was a law
What I’m painting is an abstract (panic!)
Think that I’m overreacting
To the sodomy, erratic thoughts (thoughts)
Perpetrating from the dark (oh darkness)
You ask me what has happened
I say I don’t have no answers
I just know this plane will crash some day
Separating me from God {distorted}
Vices got my mind in panic, magic, divine, saccharine and lavish
I’m a quiet, silent but defiant savage, always rhyming is my flaw
Children fighting for their passions end up deadbeat on a mattress
Grimy, cold, they got no address, it’s mad, life in sadness is so wrong (so, wrong)
Stuck in Little Big Planet while you’re in Astroworld (woah)
Lucky I got young Annie, (Mae) she got Gatsby natural curls (ooh!)
Yet her attitude is nasty, no she not an actual pearl
But she means so much to me because, oh, I don’t know, don’t have the words
Yeah, I wed a careless maiden, better catch her misbehaving
If I’m not I’ll be ashamed for not looking after her (lazy)
I wouldn’t say she’s shady, but, won’t you look, that hair is snaking (flow, flow)
Don’t mistaken her for Stacey, despite her man, she's mad at sir (Chandler)
Got her laid, she had a baby, but her hate’s making my brain bleed
Praying to the Lord to save me, god damn, I wish I had a verse
That could comfort and persuade me to look brighter not so gravely on life
Yet the kinder people get, uh, the more that life just hurts (the worst)
Talk about some changes, ain’t it strange the way that we face it
Abstaining strains my brain, it’s got me skrrt chasing after girls
Want to savour all the pastries in the bakery, the flavour is so tasty
Huh, but to me indulgence is a crime, but I sure do like to flirt
(With possibilities)