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Hyyera feat. Chip The Ripper
Kid Cudi
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Easy, ah
This is Easy Sunday Morning, and, um
We're right here on a beautiful morning
In Cleveland, Ohio, and it's chilly today
The kids are going to school, the grass is frosty
(This should be my) let's take it on, on the ride-ide out
(Theme song) in the morning
(To life) hello, Cleveland
Yeah
A nigga like me be so gone
Eyes so low that a nigga gotta throw his locs on
"Wonder what them folks on?" That's what they be askin'
Dumb kush we smokes on, smell it when a nigga passin'
We gettin' to the cash and you can see a nigga shinin'
Just a little gold with a couple hos, couple two, three diamonds
Up in the hood where you find them, 'less he out on the road ('less he out on the road)
Every show got a bag for the blow and Patron
All my niggas gettin' throwed like they 'posed to
'Cause life is short and filled with lots of grief and doubt
So I just pull that bag of colorful frosty leaves on out and free my scalp
I need to free my mind a puff at a time
I'm up all the time, I'm up on the grind
So a Red Bull and a blunt would be fine
Just wanna feel fine, just wanna kill time
Just wanna relax and think of a rhyme
Don't really like sippin' 'cause I get to trippin'
My nigga, just roll up a heap of that pine
And only bring a little bit for the trip
Just in case we get blurped by 5-0
"Sir, you look high," I know, but I prefer my eyes low
Can we get higher? (And higher, and higher, and higher)
Can we get higher? (And higher, and higher, and higher)
You know we get higher (and higher, and higher, and higher)
You know we get higher (so higher, ooh, oh-oh, oh), yeah (yeah, and we get so high)
They say, "Easy friend," there go talkin' 'bout weed again
Probably 'cause of all that weed in him
Yes and no, cause and effect is what most don't know
Doin' it bad or like Mike said could be doin' it wrong
Forgot about the obvious context of song, put your brain where it belong
Can't we just all get a bong and tag along?
And we float, we kids with hope
Better to cope when you smoke
Dawg, please don't miss what a nigga tryna get you thinkin' 'bout
We outside because my momma in the house
Puff-puff-pass with your bitch ass
Back in high school, smoked weed when I cut class
And now I'm an addict, tragic, stayed rollin' up while reclining
I be lookin' down, see my Jesus piece shining
Good look, Yeezy, now I stay blinded by that light
Somebody pass me that shell to the right
Yes, I'm going, I'll be outtie, and you can find me
I'll be chillin' back, I'll be chillin' Jack, baby, let's go
Can we get higher? (And higher, and higher, and higher)
Can we get higher? (And higher, and higher, and higher)
You know we get higher (and higher, and higher, and higher)
You know we get higher (so higher, ooh, oh-oh, oh), yeah (yeah, and we get so high)
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