Cloud 9

My vision for Cloud 9 when I wrote it is so different to my current stuff it’s kinda funny. I imagined all these alien dudes smoking on pink shisha on a fuckin hill while the sun set. Like brother go back to high school stoner core omg. Song still bangs doe especially the ending.  The palate for Cloud 9 is peaches, fresh cut grass, blue glass wind chimes, pink tinged smoke, a pink and gold sunset, mimosas, fairy lights (shutup), THAT GOOD ZAZA STANK 🤑🤑🤑 (my fault) and idk dude some other pretty shit how about you go listen to it and tell me.

Can’t lie I was off the edibles in Vancouver looking out past seawall as the sun set, it was this gorgeous pink and gold sky, and I was like ‘shiii this is just like Cloud 9.’