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[Intro: Kid Cudi & Chip Tha Ripper]

Easy, ahh

This is Easy Sunday Morning

And 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

(Theme song) In the morning

(To life) Hello Cleveland

(Hahah) Yeah

[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper]

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 askin'

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

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

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

Up in the hood where you find him

'Less he out on the road ('Less 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

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

My nigga, just roll up a heap of that pine

And only bring a little bit for the trip

Just in case we get blurped by 5-0

"Sir, you look high", I know, but I prefer my eyes low

[Chorus: Chip Tha Ripper]

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-oh, oh yeah, we get so high

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]

Yeah, they say, "Easy friend"

There he go talkin' 'bout weed again

Probably cause of 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 tryna get you thinking 'bout

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

[Chorus: Chip Tha Ripper]

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-oh, oh yeah, we get so high