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 the 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    Cant 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