The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
The place to start is in our music, not the economy
Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain
I'm still in pain/it's not easy to explain/i spit lyrics to entertain,things ain't the same
Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been
About bullshit and the truth not sure which one to believe in
Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance
And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose
Not much shit in this world to amuse
She better be lucky i'm not in the audio to make this diss
The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk
If you're not going to cooperate, just get in the trunk
You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme
You could love it or hate it but he was prime time
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