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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Vocals
Outkast
Outkast
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Producer
Plain Pat
Plain Pat
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hit 'em Plain Pat, what's up? Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh I ain't playing no more Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh, uh-uh Hey This is my story, this is my song If you feel it, motherfucker, you can't go wrong To the screw-face niggaz, whatchu on? Get off that, get a goal and focus, dawg See, I'm what you need, you fiendin' now Ask around and I'll bet you figure out How to zone and control your future while Yeah, I think I'm in the future too I'm unlike fools, who precede the jewels To be like them, I be, "Like who?" I be like me, Mr. K-I-D S-O-L-O D-O-L-O See, the Lord adore me, He met me half way "No guts, no glory," I always say So, until I reach what I came here to find And along with inner peace, life will always be a grind One day, I'll be what the world want me to be I was born to be super-duper Scott The one bad bitches call super-duper lame Now, super-duper fame gives me super-duper brains 86 to Cape, but I'm super-duper high Soarin' passed the moon, I'm super-duper lonely guy Down and out, so I'm out and down, then Looking for a substance to drown in, hey Down and out, so I'm out and down, then Looking for a substance to drown in For even in hell, I still have faith To one day be free with my father at the gates But make no mistakes, I'll show you what time takes To be a success on earth, mixed with all the hate I stand on my pivot, my life you could not live it For the things that I've seen have been too damn explicit But soon you will get it on a CD with some credits I provide my grind, mixed with no edits They say they don't want me when I'm fucked up and forgotten Until I rise up amongst the evils tryin' to stop 'em Slow down bitch, my money is what I'm clockin' I'm tick-tockin' once I start, I ain't stopping Such bullshit that my soul deal with When my room's dim lit, I pray to God to help with, uh My endeavors and any kind of weather Hoes be pleather fake, so I erase 'em out my sim Now, do you want to be him? Think twice, you commit suicide tryin' to read my mind Now, do you wanna be him? Think twice, you commit suicide tryin' to read my mind Down and out Hey, down and out, out Down and out, so I'm out and down, then Looking for a substance to drown in, hey Down and out, so I'm out and down, then Looking for a substance to drown in Down and out, so I'm out and down, then Looking for a substance to drown in, hey Down and out, so I'm out and down, then Looking for a substance to drown in Down and out, so I'm out and down, then Looking for a substance to drown in, hey Down and out, so I'm out and down, then Looking for a substance to drown in Down and out, so I'm out and down, then Looking for a substance to drown in, hey Down and out, so I'm out and down, then Looking for a substance to drown in Down and out (down and out) Down and out (down and out) Down and out (down and out) Down and out (down and out) Yeah, yeah Okay, okay This how we gon' do it Plain Plat presents "A Kid named Cudi" Hello All the time, nigga All the grind, nigga
Writer(s): Kanye West, Fred J Briggs, Brian Miller, Cam'ron Giles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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