Hyyerr (Feat. Chip Tha Ripper)

Easy, ahh This is Easy Sunday Morning And 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 Hahah Yeah Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper 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, a couple hoes, couple, two, three diamonds Up in the hood where you find him, unless he out on the road Every show got a bag full of blow and Patron All my niggas getting 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 Chorus: Chip Tha Ripper And we get higher, and higher And higher, and higher And 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 Oh-oh-oh, oh yeah, we get so high Verse 2: Kid Cudi Yeahh, they say, Easy friend There he go talking about weed again Probably cause of all that weed in him, yes and no Cause and effect is what most don't know Doing bad or like Mike said could be doing wrong Forget 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 thinking 'bout We outside because my mama 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 Stay rolling up while reclining I be looking 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 chilling back, I'll be chilling, Jack Let's go Chorus: Chip Tha Ripper And we get higher, and higher And higher, and higher And 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 Oh-oh-oh, oh yeah, we get so high