Erik Madrid - Hyyerr lyrics

[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]