[Intro]
This is easy, Sunday morning
We're right here on a beautiful morning in
Cleveland, Ohio
And it's chilly today
Kids are going to school
The gra** is frosty
[Verse 1: Chip The Ripper]
This should be my theme song to life
A n***a like me be so gone
Eyes so low that a n***a gotta throw his locs on
"Wonder what them folks on?"
That's what they be asking
That kush we smokes on
Smell it when a n***a pa** and
We getting to the cash and
You can see a n***a shining
Just a little gold, a couple hoes, couple two, three diamonds
Up in the hood where you find em
Unless he out on the road
Every show got a bag for the blow and Patron all my n***as getting throwed
Like they posed to
Cause life is short and filled with lots of grief and doubt
So I just pull out 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 k** time
Just wanna relax and think of a rhyme
Dont really like sipping cause I get to tripping
My n***a just roll up a heap of that pine
And only bring a lil bit for the trip
In case we get blurped by the 5-0
"Sir you look high.."
"I know, but I prefer my eyes get low"
[Refrain]
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 and higher and higher and higher
You know we get higher, so higher
Ooh, yeah we get so high
[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Yeahhh
They say easy friend, there he go talking about weed again
Probably cause 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
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
Dawg, please don't miss what
A n***a trying to get you thinking about
We outside cause my Mama in the house
Puss, puff pa** with your b**h a**
Back in high school, smoke weed when I cut cla**
And now I'm an addict
Tragic, stay rolling up while reclining happy
I be looking down see my Jesus piece shining
G.O.O.D. look Yeezy
Now I stay blinded by light
Somebody pa** 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
[Refrain]