[Verse 1]nSunday morning I awake with head aching from the night beforenMe and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping cuz we all torenI reminisce and kinda laugh despite my painnCuz they kicked us out for throwing balls in other peoples lanenSunny day in the summernIs about to become a cloudy one outey from perious puffsnDevious sluts, mischevious stuffnPicked up the phone its onnI got my niggas on the line ready to swoop the N9nenOnce again I'm trippin on my relish to spendnBut today I'm not gonna take these bitches to the West GlennnCuz me and my Road Doggs and Road HoggsnSlippin on a mission and conteplating on old callsn30 minutes later I'm waiting at the door ready to gonFeeling releived when I heard my niggas blownYelling thats my ride as my babygirl criesnStepped inside looked around and everybodies lookingn[Chorus]nCloudy Eyed 8x'snCome and take a ride wit me, fly wit me,nGet high wit me, come and get cloudy eyes wit men[Verse 2]nEverybodies blown but me Timly got them straight cummolous in his eyesnPuffing because Dr. Bombay and Purple Fuzz up abovenThis Sunday sunny day had that ???????nScoop just started because his eyes reached stratusn435 North we dipping the suburbans filled with smokenWe jerking I'm hoping to get the new rotation working no jokingnEyes opennFor the feels what it is what it was what it shall benIs we high L A N DnPass the puffy on the mid west town side much obligednCuz I'm feeling high up and cloudy eyednWindows down windows round my crown astoundednRight now my ?marial? dont wanna be groundednI clowned itnNow my name is MunchienOooh you highn7-11 got the best food in the countrynBlunts be serious when stuffed with funknFrom the depths of Mizzou niggas have no clue what to donCaught up with black in Texas WillnWhats the deal on our way to New Peking for realnWe loud and boistrous as we stepped insidenPeoples looking at us funny cuz everybodies lookingn[Chorus]n[Verse 3]nCloudy eyed stroll now my strides slownWalking up out the New Peking eyes closednTook another hit from the poison mistnGot my brain on twist but I still persistnWhats up?nWhat we doing on a Sunday evenIts straight to 5-6 best beleivenWe calling up some biancas on the humbugnTo come down around the town everybody else is Skateland boundn5-6-1-6 Highland feeling far out like ThailandnMy man Diamond said no one can roll em like i cannDamn once again its on the biatreces from the phonesnIn the house and they straight getting blownnWhat ever happened I dont knownWoke up on the flon5 o'clock in the morning I'm read to go fa shonGotta get back to the crib my squeeze said this shit is getting oldnThey dropped me off and thats the end of my (cloudy eyed) strolln[Chorus]