Kid Cudi – Just What I Am Lyrics

Just What I Am Lyrics by Kid Cudi (feat. King Chip)
 

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, oh, my son, won’t stop till I get me some
Club hopping, tryna get me some, bad bitches wanna get me sprung
Early in the morning, I’m waking, baking, drinking, contemplating
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, n****, don’t be worried ’bout us
Neighbors knocking on the door asking can we turn it down?
I say ain’t no music on, she said nah, that weed is loud
N**** we balling, straight swagging, lost Hawk but I maintain
I’ve been told that I’m amazing, make sure keep that fire blazing
We living

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 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 to get by, y’all
Can you get me high, y’all?

I’m just what you made, God, just what you made, God
I’m just what you made, God, I’m just what you made
I’m just what you made, God, I’m just what you made, God
I’m just what you made

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
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 of trouble
It’s scary to have a kid walk this Earth
I’m what you made God, fuck yes and so odd
Thinking ’bout all my old friends who weren’t my friends after 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 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 to get by, y’all
Can you get me high, y’all?

I’m just what you made, God, just what you made, God
I’m just what you made, God, I’m just what you made
I’m just what you made, God, I’m just what you made, God
I’m just what you made

Need it to get by, y’all

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