That Great Pink Cloud in the Sky

high as the kite...nah y'all not tonight, if you did decide on a slice

then the knife you must wife

Alabama oil in a foil, bet that shit won’t even spoil

mashing on the gas doing the dash, petal to the metal while blowing trash

to the next bullshit we must go….outta octane means that’s a no

with our legs we must go for a treat, if not, then your death will we be so sweet

Georgia peaches be ya grave….ionno which orchard to save

eating at this decision all alone, who in the hell is gonna take me home

sirens sounding all around, damn lord help me up off the ground

wings so stealth here comes my help, flying high in the sky

put your faith near my hand and watch how I will make you dance

riding high on that cloud can’t nobody bring me down

sitting low looking high to the world I say goodbye

unforgiving decisions place me in your space

Lord help me cause I don’t wanna come down from this place

the great pink cloud that’s in my face.

Sharafette B.