cudderisback
Yeah, wassup
Mmmhm nigga, yeah it's me (laugh)
Yeah, I’m back baby
Cudder, hey
Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture
Lovelier now, but dressed for funeral
Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall
To hang in the dark of some parliamentary hall
Stay home a lot, no TV
Just thoughts, and a heap of good weed
Same jeans, same old Converse
Bape tees and the Walees, so works
I'm cool, some niggas mad at it
Lookin' in from the outside, fantastic
Can't keep the negative alive
They be on my dick, if Kid Cudi die
Don't cry hater, I forgive
Now go and get my album and get off my dick
I smile and I’m pleasant, the weed is the essence
But if I’m in the club, we gon’ tear this shit up
I’m talkin' 'bout shots, ridiculous amounts
Cause if you’re gonna rage, should be all about
Take, take another shot or you’re soft
Dream On campaign I’m the mother lovin' boss
Haters suck my balls, two time
I never say goodbye 'cause I’m on mine
All my life, wanna do some' major
Now every little thing I do might make it in the paper
Cudi found y’all nigga, po-po (whatever)
Mad drunk in the street, no photo (I rage)
Hatin' motherfuckas, don't know yo
I guess this was the life I chose
Wanna get up in my mind
Wanna know about me and Amanda Bynes (Amanda please)
Wanna know really, really, really who I’m datin'
Is she civilian or super duper famous? (hmmm)
Is she African American, Caucasian, or Asian? (so many)
Or maybe Spanish
It don’t matter my nigga, I love them all
As long as she don’t need stupid amounts of makeup
To makeup the self esteem
Selfish dreams can reflect the blessing
I am tap dancing on a cloud
Successful raps, I might scream out loud
Puttin' it down, for all I met
Talking fans, I won't quit
I’m puttin' it down, for all I met
Talking fans, I won't quit
Hey hey hey, whoa whoa whoooa (come on, come on)
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa (come on, come on)
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa
Na na na na na na
Goodbye