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Kid Cudi - Текст песни Just What I Am
[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?Kid Cudi - Just What I Am - http://ru.motolyrics.com/kid-cudi/just-what-i-am-lyrics.html
 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
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