Tech N9ne - Cloudy-Eyed Stroll (remix) Lyrics
* send corrections to the typist[Verse 1]Sunday morning I awake with head aching from the night beforeMe and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping cuz we all toreI reminisce and kinda laugh despite my painCuz they kicked us out for throwing balls in other peoples laneSunny day in the summerIs about to become a cloudy one outey from perious puffsDevious sluts, mysterious stuffPicked up the phone its onI got my niggas on the line ready to swoop the N9neOnce again I'm trippin on my relish to spendBut today I'm not gonna take these *****es to the West GlennCuz me and my Road Doggs and Road HoggsSlippin on a mission and conteplating on old calls30 minutes later I'm waiting at the door ready to goFeeling releived when I heard my niggas rollYelling thats my ride as my babygirl criesStepped inside looked around and everybodies looking[Chorus]Cloudy Eyed 8x'sCome 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 eyesPuffing because Dr. Bombay and Purple Fuzz up aboveThis Sunday sunny day had that ???????Scoop just started because his eyes restratus435 North we dipping the suburbans filled with smokeWe jerking I'm hoping to get the new rotation working no jokingEyes openFor the feels what it is what it was what it shall beIs we high on L.A. indeedPass the puffy on the mid west town side much obligedCuz I'm feeling high up and cloudy eyedWindows down windows round my crown astoundedRight now my ?marial? dont wanna be groundedI clowned itNow my name is MunchieOooh you high7-11 got the best food in the countryBlunts be serious when stuffed with funkFrom the depths of Mizzou niggas have no clue what to doCaught up with black in Texas WillWhats the deal on our way to New Peking for realWe loud and boistrous as we stepped insidePeoples looking at us funny cuz everybodies looking[Chorus][Verse 3]Cloudy eyed stroll now my strides slowWalking up out the New Peking eyes closedTook another hit from the poison mistGot my brain on twist but I still persistWhats up?What we doing on a Sunday eveIts straight to 5-6 best beleiveWe calling up some biancas on the humbugTo come down around the town everybody else is Skateland bound5-6-1-6 Highland feeling far out like ThailandMy man Diamond said no one can roll em like i canDamn once again its on the biatreces from the phonesIn the house and they straight getting blownWhat ever happened I dont knowWoke up on the flo5 o'clock in the morning I'm read to go fa shoGotta get back to the crib my squeeze said this shit is getting oldThey dropped me off and thats the end of my (cloudy eyed) stroll[Chorus]
