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      Just What I Am Ft. King Chip

      Just What I Am Ft. King Chip

      Kid Cudi

      Album: Indicud

      Kid Cudi - Just What I Am Ft. King Chip Música y Letra

      I'm just what you made God - not many I trust
      I'mma go my own way, God, take my faith to wherever you want
      I'm out here, on my son, won't stop 'til I get me some
      Club-hoppin', tryin' to get me some, bad bitches wanna get me sprung
      Early in the morning, I'm wakin' bakin', drinkin', contemplatin'
      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, nigga don't be worried 'bout us
      Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down
      I say, "Ain't no music on" she said, "Naw, that weed is loud"
      Nigga, we ballin', straight swaggin', lost Hawk, but I'm maintainin'
      I've been told that I'm amazing, make sure keep that fire blazin', weed livin'
      
      
      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 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 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 (Nee-need it)
      I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made
      (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God
      I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God
      
      
      Let me tell you ‘bout my month y'all, endless shopping, 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 I’m so odd
      Thinking 'bout all my old friends who weren’t my friends all along
      Hm, when it rains it pours, whiksey bottles of the six and fours
      Everyday the first things 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 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 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 (Nee-need it)
      I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made
      (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God
      I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God
      
      
      Need it to get by, ya
      Willy

      Kid Cudi - Just What I Am Ft. King Chip Música y Letra

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