Vídeo da música
Vídeo da música
Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Kid Cudi
Vocais
Choir of Young Believers
Samples (artista original)
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Emile Haynie
Composição
Scott Mescudi
Composição
Jannis N. Makrigiannis
Composição
Anders Rhedin
Composição
Fridolin Tai Nordso Schjoldan
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Emile Haynie
Produção
Christian Mochizuki
Engenharia (gravação)
Anthony Kilhoffer
Engenharia (gravação)
Manny Marroquin
Engenharia (mixagem)
Erik Madrid
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Christian Plata
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Vlado Meller
Engenharia (masterização)
Mark Santangelo
Engenharia de masterização (assistente)
Letra
[Verse 1]
God, I thought I loved you so
God, I thought I loved you so
[Verse 2]
They done let in the skinny jean-wearing
Fro-for-days in a old AA
Ballin' so low most fools couldn't price me
Silently stunt with a blunt full of P.E.
And I guess you know me
Been in NY so long, got Tri-State family
Especially Brooklyn, shout out to the Madi's
My bloodline runs deep
Nights, I don't sleep
Figure it's my pops keepin' me awake
Help me keep my mind out the clouds for reality
These motherfuckers can't fathom the wizardry
Slow-mo-brain, ass-backwards cowards
Take a shower, your attitude stinks
Wanna know what I think? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
[Verse 3]
Hey, my mojo so dope, bitch
My mojo so dope
Yep, we live it, live it
Yeah, we on it, on it (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, ****
We, we live this shit
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, **** (Hey)
[Verse 4]
I live through words, not metaphors
So I passed to be the rest of the freshmen
Playful tough talk, often the fave
Till I came like 'Pac art and said true things
A whole new legion of some ****
Aimin' high, past the idea of slanging
Praise Allah for keepin' me away, man
Lotta of my **** fell victim to the dope game
Somethings will never be the same
Wish that I could tell my brother
Something for some motivation to get him out that gutter
He's leavin' behind a family and a mother
[Verse 5]
Damn, you must understand
What I speak about in song, this how I really am
Yeah, this is how I really think
You can see what I see, yes, I really blink
Yes, I really drink, I really do rage
My demons out the cage 'bout most of the day
Before I became the age to even rage
I was drowning my sorrows with some O.E., ****
[Verse 6]
Hey, we live this shit
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Hey, my mojo so dope, bitch
My mojo so dope
Yep, we live it, live it
Yeah, we on it, on it (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, ****
We, we live this shit
(Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, ****, yeah
Oh, oh (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
[Verse 7]
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about your lifestyle, 'cause ****
We live this shit, hey (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about your lifestyle, ****
Yeah
(Oh, oh-oh, oh) Here we go
On, and on, and on, and
On, and on, and on, and on, and
And we dream
On, and on, and on, and on, and (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
On, and on, and on, and on, and
On, and on, and on, and on, and
Written by: Anders Rhedin, Emile Haynie, Fridolin Tai Nordsø Schjoldan, Jannis N. Makrigiannis, Kid Cudi


