Lord help me out
Save my soul
Need to find a new route
I don't even hear what other niggas talking about
Call me a hippster as long as your a listner
Label me what you like
I'm close to my victory
Dozed in the fight
When I; open my eyes I see the all seeing eyee
Beyond trying to see what being rich feel like
6 figure checks, for my mom for peace
Everybody wanna stick on me like leech
Take my blood
Give fake love
Till I turn them down
I'm the one that who changed... bro... ?
That's why I don't call cause when I was starving
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You wasn't at all... around
Now I gotta shut shit down
Be a man
Pick friends all selective now
Your cool; your cool; fuck you
And to the bitch that's on ya fuck you too
Try to shine now everyone nows kid cudi slipped up and loved them hoes
We all make mistakes... yes
No worries I just kill a bitch with success
While she at home stressed out eating ice cream
I'm at the grammys living out a nice dream
No bitch on arms just my words and my stoner charm with my dimples deep I smile at please
Cause I went out and got what most ya seek

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