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[Verse 1: King Chip]
I'm just what you made God - not many I trust
I'ma go my own way God take my fate to wherever you want
I'm out here on my son won't stop 'til I get me some
Club-hoppin' tryna 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 nigga don't be worried 'bout us
Neighbors knockin' on the door asking can we turn it down
I say "Ain't no music on" she said "No that weed is loud"
Nigga we ballin' straight swaggin' lost Hawk but I'm maintainin'
I've been told that I'm amazing make sure keep that fire blazin' we livin'
[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
I need smoke
I need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now?
I wanna get high y'all
I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all?
I wanna get high y'all
I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all?
[Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
I'm just what you made God just what you made God (Nee-need it)
I'm just what you made God I'm just what you made
(Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God
I'm just what you made God I'm just what you made God
[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Let me tell you ’bout my month y'all in the shop and 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
I- In my spare time punching walls fucking up my hand
I know that shit sound super cray but if you had my life you’d understand
But I can’t fold some poor soul got it way worse
We’re all troubled in a world in 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 whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors
Everyday to find sane’s a chore amidst a dream with no exit doors
[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
I need smoke
I need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now?
I wanna get high y'all
I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all?
I wanna get high y'all
I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all?
[Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi]
I'm just what you made God just what you made God (Nee-need it)
I'm just what you made God I'm just what you made
(Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God
I'm just what you made God I'm just what you made God
[Outro]
Need it to get by ya
Willy