| This is easy Sunday morning … and we’re right here on a beautiful morning in
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| Cleveland,
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| Ohio … and it’s chilly, kids are going to school … the grass is frosty …
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| this should be my theme song to life … Hello, Cleveland …
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| A nigga like me be so gone
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| Eyes so low that a nigga gotta throw his locs on
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| Wonder what them folks on?
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| That’s what they be asking
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| Dumb kush we smokes on
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| Smell it when a nigga pass
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| And, we getting to the cash
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| And, you can see a nigga shining
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| Just a little gold, a couple hoes
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| Couple two-three diamonds
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| Up in the hood where you find them
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| Unless he out on the road
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| Every show gotta bag for the blow
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| And patron all my niggas getting throw’d
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| Like they 'posed to, cause life is short &filled with lots of grief and doubt
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| So I just pull that bag of colorful frosty leaves on out &free my scalp
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| I mean I free my mind
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| A puff at a time
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| I’m up all the time
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| I’m up on the grind
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| So a red bull and a blunt would be fine
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| Just wanna feel fine, just wanna kill time
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| Just wanna relax &think of a rhyme
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| Don’t really like sippin' cause I get to trippin'
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| My nigga, just roll up a heep of that pine
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| And only bring a little bit for the trip just in case we get blurped by 5−0
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| 'Sir you look hy' - I know, but I prefer my eyes low
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| And (you know) we get hyer
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| And hyer, and hyer, and hyer
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| They say easy friend
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| There you go talking 'bout weed again
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| Prolly cause of the weed in him
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| Yes and no, cause and effect is what most don’t know
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| Doing bad or like Mike say 'I could be doing wrong'
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| Forgot about the obvious context of song
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| But your brain where it belong
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| Cant we just all get a bong and tag along
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| And we float
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| We kids with hope
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| Better to cope when you smoke
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| Dog, please don’t miss what a nigga tryna get you thinking 'bout
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| We outside because my momma in the house
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| Puff puff pass with yo bitch ass back in high school smoke weed when I cut class
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| And now I’m an addict, tragic
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| Stay rolling up while reclining
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| Happy looking down see my Jesus piece shining
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| Good look yeezy now I stay blinded by that light
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| Somebody pass me that shell to the right
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| Yes, I’m going I’ll be outtie and you can find me
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| I’ll be chilling back, I’ll be chilling jack
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| (and let’s go)
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| And we get hyer
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| And hyer, and hyer, and hyer
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| So hyerrrhwooahohoyeyea
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| We get so hy |