• Title:Hyyerr
  • Artist:KiD CuDi (Ft. Chip The Ripper)
  • Album:Man On The Moon: The End Of Day
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    KiD CuDi - Hyyerr (Ft. Chip The Ripper)

    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 …
    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
    And (you know) we get hyer
    And hyer, and hyer, and hyer
    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)
    And we get hyer
    So hyerrrhwooahohoyeyea
    We get so hy