Album Name : Man On the Moon - The End of Day (Expanded Version)
Release Date : 2009-09-15
Song Duration : 3:32
Kid Cudi Hyyerr
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 …
Chip's verse:
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
Hook (x3):
And (you know) we get hyer
And hyer, and hyer, and hyer
