The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Im filled with integrity, keeping my raps locked in my brain mentally,
Locked in my cellar and i binge for days
When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave
And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone
Sit here on my phone in my room all alone
In my room i can be me
Hail mary nigga, run quick see
And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that
Behind bars i sit, in my room i sit
Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune
14 years old and she's locked in herself in her room
My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room
Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon
I've been locked in my room getting faded
But you're loving mine i am the shit
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