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Easy... 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 Let's take it on, on the ride-ide out, in the morning 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 That 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 'em, unless he out on the road Every show got a bag full of blow and Patron All my niggas 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 the grind So a Red Bull and a blunt would be fine Just wanna feel fine, just wanna kill time Just wanna relax and think of a rhyme Dont really like sipping 'cause I get to tripping My nigga just roll up a heap of that pine And only bring a lil bit for the trip Just in case we get blurped by the 5-0 "Sir you look high" "I know, but I prefer my eyes low" 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, so higher, oh, oh yeah we get so high Yeah, 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 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 Dawg, please don't miss what A nigga trying to get you thinking 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 rolling up while reclining I be 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 Let's go 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, so higher, oh, oh yeah we get so high