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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Vocals
Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper
Vocals
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
String Conductor
Lou Rawls
Lou Rawls
Sampled Artist
The Larry Gold Orchestra
The Larry Gold Orchestra
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Kenneth Gamble
Kenneth Gamble
Composer
Leon Huff
Leon Huff
Composer
Charles Jawanzaa Worth
Charles Jawanzaa Worth
Songwriter
Christian "Crada" Kalla
Christian "Crada" Kalla
Composer
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crada
Crada
Producer
Ryan West
Ryan West
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Christian Plata
Christian Plata
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony Palazzole
Anthony Palazzole
Assistant Recording Engineer
Josh Shultz
Josh Shultz
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Makowski
Michael Makowski
Assistant Recording Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Letra

A n* 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 n* pass And we getting to the cash and you can see a nigga shining Just a little gold, a couple hoes couple twothree 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 n* getting throw'd 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 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 and think of a rhyme Don't really like sippin' cause I get to trippin' My n*, 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 We get hyer and hyyer and hyerr and yyer And we get hyer and hyer and hyer and hyer You know we get hyer and hyer and hyerr and hyer You know we get hyer, so hyer They say easy friend, there you go talking 'bout weed again Prolly 'cause of the weed in him Yes and no, 'cause and effect is what most don't know Doing bad or like Mike say, I could be doing wrong Forgot about the obvious context of song but 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 Dog, please don't miss what a n* tryna get you thinking 'bout We outside because my momma 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 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, baby let's go And we get hyer and hyer and hyer and hyer And we get hyer and hyer and hyer and yyer You know we get hyer and hyer and hyer and hyer You know we get hyer, so hyer
Writer(s): Leon Huff, Kenneth Gamble, Scott Mescudi, Charles Worth, Christian Kalla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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