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Kid Cudi

Yeah, wassup?
Mmmhm nigga, yeah it’s me (laugh)
Yeah, I’m back baby, Cudder.

Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture
Lovelier now, but dressed for funeral
Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall
To hang in the dark of some parliamentary hall

Stay home a lot, no TV

Just thoughts, and a heap of good weed

Same jeans, same old converse,

Bape tees and the Walees, so works

Im cool, some niggas mad at it

Lookin in from the outside, fantastic

Cant keep that negative alive

They be on my dick, if Kid Cudi die,

Dont cry hater, I forgive, now go and get my album and get off my dick

I smile and I’m pleasant, the weed is the essence

But if I’m in the good, we gon’ tear shit up

I’m talking about shots, ridiculous amounts,

Cause If you’re gonna rage, should be all about

Take, take another shot or you’re soft

Dream On campaign I’m the mother lovin boss

Haters suck my balls, two time

I never say goodbye because I’m on mine

All my life, wanna do something major

Now every little thing I do might make it in the paper

Cudi found y’all nigga, po-po (whatever)

Mad drunk in the street, no photo (I rage)

Hatin motherfuckas, I dont know yo

I guess this was the life I chose

Wanna get up in my mind,

Wanna know about me and Amanda Bynes (amanda please)

Wanna know really, really, really who I’m dating

Is she civilian or super duper famous? (hmmm)

Is she African American, Caucasian, or Asian? (so many)

Or maybe Spanish, it don’t matter my nigga, I love them all.

As long as she don’t need stupid amounts of makeup to makeup the
self esteem

Selfish dreams can reflect the blessing

I am that blessing on a cloud

Successful raps, I might scream out loud

Putting it down, for all I met

Talking fans, I wont quit

I’m putting it down, for all I met

Talking fans, I wont quit

Hey hey heyy, whoa whoa whoooa (come on, come on)
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa (come on, come on)
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa
Na na na na na naaa
Goodbye.