Clouds? The sky we had never made no clouds, bitch.
The sky we had never made no clouds, bitch.
Moisture trying to float our way ended up in yard sales,
Dried-out lumps looking like white dog turds.
Woman was all smiles trying to make a dime off us
Saying, Hell yes, these here, they still got rain in them,
You think I’m lying, go ahead squeeze one.
Mostly we had no choice, bunch of the guys would rendezvous—Posse of pickups, old ladies told we was gone fishing.
Lockin’ and loadin’.
Siphoning gas, donuts and coffee pumping us 24/7.
Nobody can hide the clouds.
Nobody owns the clouds.
Any cloud is our cloud.
Find a cloud take the cloud.
Mottoes, dude, we lived by them.
And when the season came, motherfucker, the rains came.