Kid Cudi, King Chip - Hyyerr lyrics

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

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
'Less he out on the road
('Less 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

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

Yeah, they say, "Easy friend"
There he 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
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

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