| We live from the head down and not the feet up |
| And I’m adorned with the crown that’s making this up |
| And I’m fine… fine…under Cloud 9 |
| Yes I wear the lamb’s wool, the feet of burned brass |
| And the wool defies gravity like the nature of a gas |
| And I’m fine… fine…under Cloud 9 |
| Twist my cloud and it rains |
| And when it rains, oh it pours |
| And the energy will absorb |
| Power for the metaphysical one |
| Happy to be nappy, I’m black and I’m proud |
| That I have been chosen to wear the conscious cloud |
| And I’m fine… fine…under Cloud 9 |
| I be a chameleon and wear it bone straight |
| But it’s so much stronger when it’s in its natural state |
| And I’m fine… fine…under Cloud 9 |
| We live from the head down and not the feet up |
| And I’m adorned with the crown that’s making this up |
| And I’m fine… fine, I’m so fine… under Cloud 9 |
| Twist my cloud and it rains |
| And when it rains, oh it pours |
| Twist it and it rains |
| And when it rains, oh it pours |
| Twist my cloud and it rains |
| When it rains, oh it pours |
| Twist my cloud and it rains |
| Twist it… twist it, twist it |
| Twist it, a-hey…a-hey…yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah… yeah |
| Twist my cloud and it rains |
| Twist it and it rains |
| Don’t you let… them tell you |
| Tell you… you ca-a-an't |
| You… ca-a-an't |
| Don’t you… let them |
| Tell you… that you |
| You’re ugly |
| Or you’re not… |
| Who you’re not… |
| You don’t…fit in |
| But be proud of your Cloud, yeah |
| Be proud of your Cloud |
| Twist it (Of your) |
| Twist it (Your cloud) |
| Twist it (Be proud) |
| Yeah, yeah… yeah, yeah, yeah |
| (Be proud) Got to be love. You… |
| (Don't you let them tell you) Twist it |
| (You're ugly) Love it |
| (Or not) Twist it |
| (Who would know) Your Cloud |
| (They'll tell you that you…) Hey you… |
| Have got to believe in who you are |
| Don’t let… them tell… you what to do |
| Defy Gravity |