Hyyerr (feat. Chip tha Ripper)

Easy

Ah, this is Easy Sunday Morning

We're right here on a beautiful morning in Cleveland, Ohio

And it's chilly today, the kids are going to school

The grass is frosty

This should be my

Let's take it on, on the ride-ide out, in the morning

Theme song to life

Hello, Cleveland, yeah

A **** like me be so gone

Eyes so low that a **** gotta throw his Locs on

Wonder what them folks on? That's what they be askin'

Dumb kush we smokes on, smell it when a **** passin'

We gettin' to the cash, and you can see a **** shinin'

Just a little gold, a couple hoes, couple two, three diamonds

Up in the hood where you find him, unless he out on the road

Every show got a bag full of blow and Patron

All my **** getting throwed like they 'posed to

'Cause life is short and filled with lots of grief and doubt

So I just pull 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 my grind

So a Red Bull and a blunt will be fine

Just wanna feel fine, just wanna kill time

Just wanna relax and think of a rhyme

Don't really like sippin' 'cause I get to trippin'

My ****, just roll up a heap of that pine

And only bring a little bit for the trip

Just in case we get blurred by five-oh

"Sir, you look high"

I know but I prefer my eyes low

And we get hyyerr and hyyerr and hyyerr and hyyerr

And we get hyyerr and hyyerr and hyyerr and hyyerr

You know we get hyyerr and hyyerr and hyyerr and hyyerr

You know we get hyyerr, so hyyerr, oh, oh, oh, yeah, we get so high (Yeah)

They say, "Easy, friend"

There he go, talkin' about weed again

Probably because all that weed in him, yes and no

'Cause and effect is what most don't know

Doin' bad, or like Mike said, could be doin' wrong

Forget about the obvious context of song

Put 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 dope

Please don't miss what a **** tryna to get you to think about

We outside because my mama in the house

Puff, puff, pass with your bitch ass

Back in high school, smoked weed when I cut class

And now I'm an addict

Tragic, stay rollin' up while reclinin'

I be looking down, see my Jesus piece shinin'

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 chillin' back, I'll be chillin', Jack, let's go

And we get hyyerr and hyyerr and hyyerr and hyyerr

And we get hyyerr and hyyerr and hyyerr and hyyerr

You know we get hyyerr and hyyerr and hyyerr and hyyerr

You know we get hyyerr, so hyyerr, oh, oh, oh, yeah, we get so high