Kid Cudi - X & CUD (feat. XXXTENTACION) lyrics
Kid Cudi [Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi] Cleveland, Ohio. U.S. 🇺🇸
XXXTENTACION [Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy] Deerfield Beach, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
The collaboration with XXXTENTACION has stirred a wide range of opinions. While some fans commend CUD for taking the original to "another level" and express respect for the reinterpretation, others critique the alteration of a beloved X song. The clash of sentiments reveals the intricate balance that must be maintained when artists collaborate with the work of those who are no longer able to contribute actively.
[Kid Cudi - X & CUD feat. XXXTENTACION lyrics]
The words that I find just don't seem to compare
Awaitin' my death in the end
Alone, I must seek out the end to begin
Mine is the maze thinkin' 'bout what I can't change
Devil's on my head and I don't want to worry, my friends
They told me, "Say somethin'," don't think they'd understand
I'ma choose the goods with my daddy left wounded, amend
Livin' out a life surrounded by lines, I try, I know
Sayin' goodbye, but you stuck in my mind, the sun done went away, oh
Haven't seen the hoes I tried, burn this blunt of mine, oh, with teary eyes
Search and you will find you, yeah, ay-oh
So nobody wants death 'cause nobody wants life to end
I'm the only one stressed and the only one tired of havin' fake friends
Faced my fears, can't keep love at all
Will he cower? Never, ever, Cleveland City
Born a grinder, watch him rippin', can't stop him
Came in filthy, double R, what? Rappin' for him
Keep the flow up, bumpin' camp low, a color genie
Born in Greedy City, this nigga had his weedies on
Runnin' my mission up and God, hella thot
Them niggas lunchin', dawg, don't care about y'all
See, I'm off and I'm finished, so I'm goin' high up
You can't tell me nothin', you could never
In my Varcity sleeves leather, know I'll do it better
And it stings, it seems, proper bummy ever leaves
So I just need my blunt and my gun to cuddle and love
I'm done with the deal, got Nikes back on my heels
Call up my nigga, see you while tourin', pack up, we kill
And it's pictures on Reels, we get to poppin' them pills
You see they jockin' 'em still, nigga, I'm doin' it ill