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Kid Cudi - Hyyerr (Feat. Chip Tha Ripper)
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Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Вокал
Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper
Вокал
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
Дирижер струнного оркестра
Lou Rawls
Lou Rawls
Артист в сэмпле
The Larry Gold Orchestra
The Larry Gold Orchestra
Струнные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Автор песен
Kenneth Gamble
Kenneth Gamble
Композитор
Leon Huff
Leon Huff
Композитор
Charles Jawanzaa Worth
Charles Jawanzaa Worth
Автор песен
Christian "Crada" Kalla
Christian "Crada" Kalla
Композитор
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
Аранжировщик струнных инструментов
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Crada
Crada
Продюсер
Ryan West
Ryan West
Инженер звукозаписи
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Миксинг-инженер
Christian Plata
Christian Plata
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Anthony Palazzole
Anthony Palazzole
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Josh Shultz
Josh Shultz
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Michael Makowski
Michael Makowski
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
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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): Author Unknown Composer, Kenny Gamble, Leon Huff, Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi, C. Kalla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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