Ohio... And it's chilly, kids are going to school... The grass is frosty... This should be my theme song to life... Hello, Cleveland...
Chip's verse:
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 asking
Dumb kush we smokes on
Smell it when a nigga pass
And, we getting to the cash
And, you can see a nigga shining
Just a little gold, a couple hoes
Couple two-three diamonds
Up in the hood where you find them
Unless he out on the road
Every show gotta bag for the blow
And patron all my niggas getting throw'd
Like they 'posed to, cause life is short & filled with lots of grief and doubt
So I just pull that bag of colorful frosty leaves on out & free my scalp
I mean I 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 & think of a rhyme
Don't really like sippin' cause I get to trippin'
My nigga, just roll up a heep of that pine
And only bring a little bit for the trip just in case we get blurped by 5-0
'Sir you look hy' - I know, but I prefer my eyes low
Hook (x3):
And (you know) we get hyer
And hyer, and hyer, and hyer
Cudi verse:
They say easy friend
There you go talking 'bout weed again
Prolly cause of all that weed in him
Yes and no, cause and effect is what most don't know
Doing bad or like Mike say 'i could be doing wrong'
Forgot about the obvious context of song
But 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
Dog, please don't miss what a nigga tryna get you thinking 'bout
We outside because my momma in the house
Puff puff pass with yo bitch ass back in high school smoke weed when I cut class
And now I'm an addict, tragic
Stay rolling up while reclining
Happy 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
(And let's go)
Hook (x3):
And we get hyer
And hyer, and hyer, and hyer
So hyerrrhwooahohoyeyea
We get so hy
This is easy Sunday morning... And we're right here on a beautiful morning in Cleveland, Ohio... And it's chilly, kids are going to school... The grass is frosty... This should be my theme song to life... Hello, Cleveland... Chip's verse: 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 asking Dumb kush we smokes on Smell it when a nigga pass And, we getting to the cash And, you can see a nigga shining Just a little gold, a couple hoes Couple two-three diamonds Up in the hood where you find them Unless he out on the road Every show gotta bag for the blow And patron all my niggas getting throw'd Like they 'posed to, cause life is short & filled with lots of grief and doubt So I just pull that bag of colorful frosty leaves on out & free my scalp I mean I 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 & think of a rhyme Don't really like sippin' cause I get to trippin' My nigga, just roll up a heep of that pine And only bring a little bit for the trip just in case we get blurped by 5-0 'Sir you look hy' - I know, but I prefer my eyes low Hook (x3): And (you know) we get hyer And hyer, and hyer, and hyer Cudi verse: They say easy friend There you go talking 'bout weed again Prolly cause of all that weed in him Yes and no, cause and effect is what most don't know Doing bad or like Mike say 'i could be doing wrong' Forgot about the obvious context of song But 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 Dog, please don't miss what a nigga tryna get you thinking 'bout We outside because my momma in the house Puff puff pass with yo bitch ass back in high school smoke weed when I cut class And now I'm an addict, tragic Stay rolling up while reclining Happy 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 (And let's go) Hook (x3): And we get hyer And hyer, and hyer, and hyer So hyerrrhwooahohoyeyea We get so hy Explain Request ×
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