Hyyerr

KiD CuDi - Hyyerr （Ft. Chip The Ripper）

（Edited By YoYo）

This is easy Sunday morning

We're right here on a beautiful morning in

Cleveland, Ohio

And it's chilly today

Kids are going to school

The grass is frosty

This should be my

Theme song

To Life, Haha

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

That kush we smokes on

Smell it when a nigga pass

We get to cash and

You can see a nigga shinin

Just a little gold, a couple hoes, cup of 2-3 diamonds

Up in the hood where you find em

Unless he out on the road

Every show got a bag for the blow and patron all my niggas gettin throwed

Like they posed to

Cuz 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 mean free my mind a puff a time

im up all the time

im 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 cuz I get to trippin my nigga just roll up a heap of that pine

and only bring a lil bit for the trip in case we get blurped by the 5-0

（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 hyyerrrrrrrrrrrr,

oOoooooooooooOo, yeahhhwe get so highhhhhh.

Yeahhh

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

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

Forget about the obvious context for song

but your brain where it belong

Can't we just all get a bong and

Tag alonggggggggg.

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 thinkin' bout

We outside cause my mama in the house

Puff, puff, pass with your bitch ass

Back in high school, smoke weed when I cut class

And now I'm an addict

Tragic, stay rolling up while reclining happy

lookin' 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

Lets goooo

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 hyyerrrrrrrrrrrr,

oOoooooooooooOo, yeahh we get so highhhhhh