[Verse 1] Sunday morning I awake with head aching from the night before Me and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping 'cause we all tore I reminisce and kinda laugh despite my pain 'cause they kicked us out for throwing balls in other peoples lane Sunny day in the summer Is about to become a cloudy one outey from perious puffs Devious sluts, mysterious stuff Picked up the phone its on I got my niggas on the line ready to swoop the N9ne Once again I'm trippin on my relish to spend But today I'm not gonna take these bitches to the West Glenn 'cause me and my Road Doggs and Road Hoggs Slippin on a mission and conteplating on old calls 30 minutes later I'm waiting at the door ready to go Feeling releived when I heard my niggas roll Yelling thats my ride as my babygirl cries Stepped inside looked around and everybodies looking [Chorus] Cloudy Eyed 8x's Come and take a ride wit me, fly wit me, Get high wit me, come and get cloudy eyes wit me [Verse 2] Everybodies blown but me Timly got them straight cummolous in his eyes Puffing because Dr. Bombay and Purple Fuzz up above This Sunday sunny day had that ??????? Scoop just started because his eyes restratus 435 North we dipping the suburbans filled with smoke We jerking I'm hoping to get the new rotation working no joking Eyes open For the feels what it is what it was what it shall be Is we high on L.A. indeed Pass the puffy on the mid west town side much obliged 'cause I'm feeling high up and cloudy eyed Windows down windows round my crown astounded Right now my ?marial? dont wanna be grounded I clowned it Now my name is Munchie Oooh you high 7-11 got the best food in the country Blunts be serious when stuffed with funk From the depths of Mizzou niggas have no clue what to do Caught up with black in Texas Will Whats the deal on our way to New Peking for real We loud and boistrous as we stepped inside Peoples looking at us funny 'cause everybodies looking [Chorus] [Verse 3] Cloudy eyed stroll now my strides slow Walking up out the New Peking eyes closed Took another hit from the poison mist Got my brain on twist but I still persist Whats up? What we doing on a Sunday eve Its straight to 5-6 best beleive We calling up some biancas on the humbug To come down around the town everybody else is Skateland bound 5-6-1-6 Highland feeling far out like Thailand My man Diamond said no one can roll em like i can Damn once again its on the biatreces from the phones In the house and they straight getting blown What ever happened I dont know Woke up on the flo 5 o'clock in the morning I'm read to go fa sho Gotta get back to the crib my squeeze said this shit is getting old They dropped me off and thats the end of my (cloudy eyed) stroll [Chorus] Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com