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[Verse 1]Sunday morning |
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I awake with head aching from the night before |
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Me and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping 'cause we all tore |
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I reminisce and kinda laugh despite my pain'cause they kicked us out for throwing balls in other peoples lane |
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Sunny day in the summer |
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Is about to become a cloudy one outey from perious puffs |
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Devious sluts, mysterious stuff |
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Picked up the phone its on |
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I got my niggas on the line ready to swoop the |
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N9neOnce again |
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I'm trippin on my relish to spend |
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But today |
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I'm not gonna take these bitches to the |
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West Glenn'cause me and my |
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Road Doggs and |
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Road Hoggs |
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Slippin on a mission and conteplating on old calls30 minutes later |
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I'm waiting at the door ready to go |
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Feeling releived when |
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I heard my niggas roll |
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Yelling thats my ride as my babygirl cries |
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Stepped inside looked around and everybodies looking[Chorus] |
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Cloudy Eyed 8x's |
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Come and take a ride wit me, fly wit me, |
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Get high wit me, come and get cloudy eyes wit me[Verse 2] |
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Everybodies blown but me |
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Timly got them straight cummolous in his eyes |
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Puffing because |
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Dr. Bombay and |
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Purple Fuzz up above |
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This Sunday sunny day had that ??????? |
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Scoop just started because his eyes restratus435 |
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North we dipping the suburbans filled with smoke |
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We jerking |
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I'm hoping to get the new rotation working no joking |
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Eyes openFor the feels what it is what it was what it shall be |
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Is we high on |
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L.A. indeed |
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Pass the puffy on the mid west town side much obliged'cause |
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I'm feeling high up and cloudy eyed |
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Windows down windows round my crown astounded |
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Right now my ?marial? dont wanna be grounded |
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I clowned it |
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Now my name is |
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MunchieOooh you high7-11 got the best food in the country |
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Blunts be serious when stuffed with funk |
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From the depths of |
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Mizzou niggas have no clue what to do |
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Caught up with black in |
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Texas Will |
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Whats the deal on our way to |
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New Peking for real |
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We loud and boistrous as we stepped inside |
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Peoples looking at us funny 'cause everybodies looking[Chorus][Verse 3] |
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Cloudy eyed stroll now my strides slow |
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Walking up out the |
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New Peking eyes closed |
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Took another hit from the poison mist |
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Got my brain on twist but |
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I still persist |
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Whats up?What we doing on a |
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Sunday eve |
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Its straight to 5-6 best beleive |
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We calling up some biancas on the humbug |
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To come down around the town everybody else is |
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Skateland bound5-6-1-6 |
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Highland feeling far out like |
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ThailandMy man |
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Diamond said no one can roll em like i can |
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Damn once again its on the biatreces from the phones |
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In the house and they straight getting blown |
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What ever happened |
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I dont know |
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Woke up on the flo5 o'clock in the morning |
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I'm read to go fa sho |
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Gotta get back to the crib my squeeze said this shit is getting old |
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They dropped me off and thats the end of my (cloudy eyed) stroll[Chorus] |
