[Verse 1]   Sunday morning I awake with head aching from the night before   Me and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping cuz we all tore   I reminisce and kinda laugh despite my pain   Cuz they kicked us out for throwing balls in other peoples lane   Sunny day in the summer   Is about to become a cloudy one outey from perious puffs   Devious sluts, mischevious stuff   Picked up the phone its on   I got my niggas on the line ready to swoop the N9ne   Once again I'm trippin on my relish to spend   But today I'm not gonna take these bitches to the West Glenn   Cuz me and my Road Doggs and Road Hoggs   Slippin on a mission and conteplating on old calls   30 minutes later I'm waiting at the door ready to go   Feeling releived when I heard my niggas blow   Yelling thats my ride as my babygirl cries   Stepped inside looked around and everybodies looking   [Chorus]   Cloudy Eyed 8x's   Come and take a ride wit me, fly wit me,   Get high wit me, come and get cloudy eyes wit me   [Verse 2]   Everybodies blown but me Timly got them straight cummolous in his eyes   Puffing because Dr. Bombay and Purple Fuzz up above   This Sunday sunny day had that ???????   Scoop just started because his eyes reached stratus   435 North we dipping the suburbans filled with smoke   We jerking I'm hoping to get the new rotation working no joking   Eyes open   For the feels what it is what it was what it shall be   Is we high L A N D   Pass the puffy on the mid west town side much obliged   Cuz I'm feeling high up and cloudy eyed   Windows down windows round my crown astounded   Right now my ?marial? dont wanna be grounded   I clowned it   Now my name is Munchie   Oooh you high   7-11 got the best food in the country   Blunts be serious when stuffed with funk   From the depths of Mizzou niggas have no clue what to do   Caught up with black in Texas Will   Whats the deal on our way to New Peking for real   We loud and boistrous as we stepped inside   Peoples looking at us funny cuz everybodies looking   [Chorus]   [Verse 3]   Cloudy eyed stroll now my strides slow   Walking up out the New Peking eyes closed   Took another hit from the poison mist   Got my brain on twist but I still persist   Whats up?   What we doing on a Sunday eve   Its straight to 5-6 best beleive   We calling up some biancas on the humbug   To come down around the town everybody else is Skateland bound   5-6-1-6 Highland feeling far out like Thailand   My man Diamond said no one can roll em like i can   Damn once again its on the biatreces from the phones   In the house and they straight getting blown   What ever happened I dont know   Woke up on the flo   5 o'clock in the morning I'm read to go fa sho   Gotta get back to the crib my squeeze said this shit is getting old   They dropped me off and thats the end of my (cloudy eyed) stroll   [Chorus]