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Kid Cudi x XXXTENTACION - X and Cud LYRICS VIDEO 🔥 #kidcudi #xxxtentacion #new #music #fyp
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Вокал
XXXTENTACION
XXXTENTACION
Артист в сэмпле
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
John Cunningham
John Cunningham
Композитор
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Автор песен
Oladipo Omishore
Oladipo Omishore
Композитор
Jean-Pierre Ponnelle
Jean-Pierre Ponnelle
Композитор
Tobias Jesso
Tobias Jesso
Композитор
Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy
Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Продюсер
Dot Da Genius
Dot Da Genius
Продюсер
John Cunningham
John Cunningham
Продюсер
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Миксинг-инженер
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Trey Station
Trey Station
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
William J. Sullivan
William J. Sullivan
Инженер звукозаписи
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Мастеринг-инженер
CATHEDRAL
CATHEDRAL
Продюсер
Jean-Baptiste
Jean-Baptiste
Продюсер

Слова

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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