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Just What I Am

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  • [Verse 1: King Chip] I'm just what you made God Not many I trust I'mma go my own way, God Take my faith to wherever you want I'm out here, on my son Won't stop 'til I get me some Club-hoppin', tryin' to get me some Bad bitches wanna get me sprung Early in the morning, I'm wakin' bakin', drinkiExplainn', 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, "Naw, 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', weed livin' [Hook: Kid Cudi] I need smoke I need to smoke Who gon' hold me down now I want to get higher I want to get higher Need it to get by, ya Can you get me higher? I want to get higher I want to get higher Need it to get by, ya Can you get me higher? I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God I'm just what you made God (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God, what you made God I'm just what you made God [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Let me tell you 'bout my month y'all Endless shopping, 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 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 of 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 Hm, when it rains it pours Whiksey bottles of the six and fours Everyday the first things a chore Amidst a dream with no exit doors [Hook] [Outro] Need it to get by, ya Willy

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