Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Vocals
Frank Lacy
Frank Lacy
Trombone
King Chip
King Chip
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Charles Worth
Charles Worth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Producer
Iain Findlay
Iain Findlay
Recording Engineer
Cesar Loza
Cesar Loza
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bradford Smith
Bradford Smith
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm just what you made God, not many I trust I'ma go my own way God, take my fate to wherever you want I'm out here, on my son, won't stop 'til I get me some Club-hoppin', tryna get me some, bad bitches wanna get me sprung Early in the morning, I'm wakin', bakin', drinkin', 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, "No, 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', we livin' I (I need) need smoke (oh, whoa, whoa) (I need) I (I need) need to smoke Who gon' hold me down now? I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it, need it to get by y'all Can you get me high y'all? I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it, need it to get by y'all Can you get me high y'all? I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (nee-need it) I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God Let me tell you 'bout my month y'all, in the shop and 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-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 in 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 Hmm, when it rains it pours, whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors Everyday to find sane's a chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors I (I need) need smoke (oh, whoa, whoa) (I need) I (I need) need to smoke Who gon' hold me down now? I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it, need it to get by y'all Can you get me high y'all? I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it, need it to get by y'all Can you get me high y'all? I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (nee-need it) I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God Need it to get by, ya Willy
Writer(s): Scott Mescudi, Charles Worth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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