- Artist : Kid Cudi
- Song : Just What I Am
- Album : Indicud
New self-produced track called "Just What I Am" by hip hop artist, Kid Cudi was released on August 13, 2012. Still fresh out of the oven. It will be featured in his forthcoming third studio album, 'Indicud' due out soon. The song features his good friend and longtime collaborator King Chip (aka Chip Tha Ripper).
Ladies and gentlemen! Here we present Kid Cudi - Just What I Am. Just What I Am lyric performed by Kid Cudi also available below.
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Kid Cudi Just What I Am Lyrics :-
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[Verse 1: King Chip]
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', drinkiExplainn', 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'
[Hook: Kid Cudi]
I need smoke
I need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now
I want to get higher
I want to get higher
Need it to get by, ya
Can you get me higher?
I want to get higher
I want to get higher
Need it to get by, ya
Can you get me higher?
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I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God
I'm just what you made God (Nee-need it)
I'm just what you made God, what you made God
I'm just what you made God
[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
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
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Need it to get by, ya
Willy
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