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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Stimme und Gesang
Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper
Stimme und Gesang
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
Streicherdirigent:in
Lou Rawls
Lou Rawls
Sampling-Künstler:in
The Larry Gold Orchestra
The Larry Gold Orchestra
Streichinstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter:in
Kenneth Gamble
Kenneth Gamble
Komponist:in
Leon Huff
Leon Huff
Komponist:in
Charles Worth
Charles Worth
Songwriter:in
Christian "Crada" Kalla
Christian "Crada" Kalla
Komponist:in
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Crada
Crada
Produzent:in
Ryan West
Ryan West
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Christian Plata
Christian Plata
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Anthony Palazzole
Anthony Palazzole
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Josh Shultz
Josh Shultz
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Michael Makowski
Michael Makowski
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Letras

[Intro]
Easy
Ah, this is Easy Sunday Morning
We're right here on a beautiful morning in Cleveland, Ohio
And it's chilly today, the kids are going to school
The grass is frosty
This should be my
Let's take it on, on the ride-ide out, in the morning
Theme song to life
Hello, Cleveland, yeah
[Verse 1]
A **** like me be so gone
Eyes so low that a **** gotta throw his Locs on
Wonder what them folks on? That's what they be askin'
Dumb kush we smokes on, smell it when a **** passin'
We gettin' to the cash, and you can see a **** shinin'
Just a little gold, a couple hoes, couple two, three diamonds
Up in the hood where you find him, unless he out on the road
Every show got a bag full of blow and Patron
All my **** getting throwed 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
[Verse 2]
I need to free my mind a puff at a time
I'm up all the time, I'm up on my grind
So a Red Bull and a blunt will 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 ****, just roll up a heap of that pine
And only bring a little bit for the trip
Just in case we get blurred by five-oh
"Sir, you look high"
I know but I prefer my eyes low
[Chorus]
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 hyyerr, oh, oh, oh, yeah, we get so high (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
They say, "Easy, friend"
There he go, talkin' about weed again
Probably because 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 of song
Put your brain where it belong
Can't we just all get a bong and tag along?
[Verse 4]
And we float, we kids with hope
Better to cope when you smoke dope
Please don't miss what a **** tryna to get you to think about
We outside because my mama in the house
Puff, puff, pass with your bitch ass
Back in high school, smoked weed when I cut class
And now I'm an addict
Tragic, stay rollin' up while reclinin'
I be looking 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, let's go
[Chorus]
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 hyyerr, oh, oh, oh, yeah, we get so high
Written by: Author Unknown Composer, C. Kalla, Chip tha Ripper, Kenneth Gamble, Leon Huff, Scott Mescudi
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