[Verse 1]

Sunday morning I awake with head aching from the night before

Me and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping cuz we all tore

I reminisce and kinda laugh despite my pain

Cuz 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, mischevious 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

Cuz 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 blow

Yelling thats my ride as my babygirl cries

Stepped inside looked around and everybodies looking

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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 reached stratus

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 L A N D 

Pass the puffy on the mid west town side much obliged

Cuz 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 cuz everybodies looking

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[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

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