Kid Cudi, King Chip - Just What I Am lyrics
Kid Cudi [Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi] Cleveland, Ohio. U.S. 🇺🇸
King Chip [Charles Jawanzaa Worth] Cleveland, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kid Cudi, King Chip - Just What I Am lyrics]
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'
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?
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
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
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?
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
Need it to get by, ya
Willy
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'
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?
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
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
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?
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
Need it to get by, ya
Willy