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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Vocals
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Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Cunningham
John Cunningham
Composer
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Oladipo Omishore
Oladipo Omishore
Composer
Jean-Pierre Ponnelle
Jean-Pierre Ponnelle
Composer
Tobias Jesso
Tobias Jesso
Composer
Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy
Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Producer
Dot Da Genius
Dot Da Genius
Producer
John Cunningham
John Cunningham
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
William J. Sullivan
William J. Sullivan
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
CATHEDRAL
CATHEDRAL
Producer
Jean-Baptiste
Jean-Baptiste
Producer

Lyrics

The pain in my heart just won't end The words that I find just don't seem to compare Awaitin' my death in the end Alone, I must seek out the end to begin Mind is the maze thinkin' 'bout what I can't change Devil's on my head and I don't want to worry my friends They told me, "Say somethin'," don't think they'd understand Momma truly gets when my daddy left, the wound, it ain't mend Livin' out a life surrounded by lies, I try, I know Sayin' goodbye, but you're stuck in my mind, the sun done went away, oh Heaven, she knows I try, burn this blunt of mine, oh, with teary eyes Search and you will find you, yeah, ay-oh So nobody wants death 'cause nobody wants life to end I'm the only one stressed and the only one tired of havin' fake friends Faced my fears, can't keep love at all Will he cower? Never, ever, Cleveland City Born a grinder, watch him ripping, can't stop him Came in filthy, double O'a, reppin' for 'em Keep a flow up, bumpin' Camp L'oa, Cud Lucini Boy in the gritty city, this nigga had his Wheaties, huh Runnin' my mission, love, and God had looked out Them niggas lungin', dawg, don't care about y'all See, I'm off, and I'm finna soar, I'm goin' high up You can't tell me nothin', you could never In my varsity sleeves, leather, know I do it better And these things, it seems, pile up on me heavily So I just need my blunt and my girl to cuddle and love I'm done with that deal, got Nikes back on my heels Call up my nigga, Sil, world tourin', pack up, we kill And it's pictures on Reels, we gettin' it poppin', no pills You see they jockin' 'em still, nigga, I'm doin' it ill
Writer(s): Oladipo Omishore, Scott Mescudi, John Cunningham, Tobias Jesso, Jahseh Onfroy, Jean Pierre Mercier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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