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Just What I Am (Explicit)

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2016-12-27

  Just What I Am (Explicit)-Kid Cudi

  I'm just what you made God

  Not many I trust

  I'mma go my own way, God

  Take my faith to wherever you want

  I'm out here, on my son

  Won't stop 'til I get me some

  Club-hoppin', tryin' to get me some

  Bad bitches wanna get me sprung

  Early in the morning, I'm wakin' bakin'

  Drinkin', contemplatin',

  ain't no such thing as Satan

  Evil is what you make it

  Thank the Lord for that burning bush

  That big body benz I was born to push

  On my way I'm burning kush

  Now you don't be worryin' 'bout us

  Neighbors knockin' on the door,

  asking can we turn it down

  I say, Ain't no music on

  she said, Naw, that weed is loud

  Nigga, we ballin', straight swaggin'

  Lost heart, but I'm maintainin'

  I've been told that I'm amazing

  Make sure keep that fire blazin',

  weed livin'

  I need smoke

  I need to smoke

  Who gon' hold me down now

  I want to get high y'all

  I want to get high y'all

  Need it to get by, y'all

  Can you get me high y'all

  I want to get high y'all

  I want to get high y'all

  Need it to get by, y'all

  Can you get me high y'all

  I'm just what you made God,

  I'm just what you made God

  I'm just what you made God Nee-need it

  I'm just what you made God,

  what you made God

  I'm just what you made God

  Let me tell you 'bout my month y'all

  Endless shopping, I had a ball

  I had to ball for therapy

  My shrink don't think that helps at all

  Whatever, that man ain't wearing

  these leather pants

  I diagnose my damn self

  These damn pills ain't working fam

  In my spare time

  Punching walls, fucking up my hand

  I know that shit sound super cray

  But if you had my life understandyou'd

  But, I can't fold,

  some poor soul got it way worse

  We're all troubled,

  in a world of trouble

  It's scary to have a kid walk this Earth

  I'm what you made God

  Fuck yes I'm so odd

  Thinking 'bout all my old friends

  Who weren't my friends all along

  Hm, when it rains it pours

  Whiksey bottles of the six and fours

  Everyday the first things a chore

  Amidst a dream with no exit doors

  I need smoke

  I need to smoke

  Who gon' hold me down now?

  I want to get higher

  I want to get higher

  Need it to get by, ya

  Can you get me higher?

  I want to get higher

  I want to get higher

  Need it to get by, ya

  Can you get me higher?

  I'm just what you made god,

  Just what you made

  I'm just what you made god,

  Just what you made...Need it to get by, ya

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