Kid Cudi - Lord of the Sad and Lonely lyrics

Lord of the Sad and Lonely yeah

Won't you tell me who is the supreme leader
Still underused, like I'm not a human heater
Move and groove, make a bitch linger
Want more than the dick
Gold on the ring finger
Not the one to play dumb
See I'm from Cleveland bitch
Up in the hills
Still keep it way triller than most
Wanna relax, someone tell me how that feels
I say that now until I go and pop this pill
I say out loud "You wanna let me cop a feel?"
Now I don't pray out loud but
I know that my God heals bounce with me
If you don't give a fuck simply
Fed up, won't let up, on the overtime
The more I work
The more they wanna sweat mine
I can feel those lames
They love to speak my name
Sometimes dream of breakin'
Niggas whole faces in front of the precinct
Ain't scared of catchin' cases
Sky might fall, but I ain't worried at all
Got me some Xannies and a couple Adderall
Plus these racks I go distribute at the mall
In the spirit of God
With some Gandalf balls, yahm
Lord of the Sad and Lonely
And the ones that feel like shit on the daily
Don't let these phony niggas and hoes
Be the ones that bring you low
Let it be from the fatigue
From making the pussy bleed
All of the things I've seen and survived
Make a nigga feel way more than just alive
You know my name, you know my face
All hail King WZRD in
Your motherfucking space you love it

Everyday, ev-ev-everyday
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep yah
Lord of the Sad and Lonely
Yep-yep, yep-yep-yep-yep, yep, yep
Lord of the Sad and Lonely
Yep-yep-yep-yep, yep, yep, yep yah
Lord of the Sad and Lonely
And the ones who feel like shit on the daily
I got you

Now I can show you how to make it
No Domingo Dean
In a way in which the universe has never seen
I feel attention when I'm struttin'
In my Prada boots
Checkin' my fresh, if you want
I can style you
So unearthly, my profession is to wow you
Nigga how you not better than me? Listen
I swear to Je' i feel like Baby back in '99
In the SLS stuntin' and it's all mine
Shittin' on these niggas
Sippin' on some Swiss Kriss
I got some jewelry on it
Sittin' on my slit wrists
My label fucking up my flow
See I'm getting pissed
Work too damn hard fam, for the shenanigans
Don't hang around bums, and that's how I win
Fe fi fo fum haters, how do my cum taste?
No more fun, no jokes, no smiles
Just a grin that suggest I'm the best
Living like I got a motherfucking pump
On my left at all times
So many kids live their
Life through my rhymes
See, I'm in love with you all 'til the end
When shit was dark for me you were
My only friends on the realer
So smoke some tree for your nigga
Ain't nobody got my bounce
Know my kushy ounce
Walk in rooms and fuckboys close their mouth
The Cud life, you know what we about