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Kid Cudi - Indicud Album Lyrics



Kid Cudi - Indicud Lyrics






The Resurrection Of Scott Mescudi

[Quote by Macaulay Culkin in "The Good Son"]

"Once you realize you can do anything, you're free... you could fly."
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Writer: SCOTT MESCUDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Unfuckwittable

You could fly
Nobody can touch you, nobody
You could fly
Nobody can touch you

Ain't no questionin', ain't no conspiracy, yeah
Keep on searching for love, who else is incomplete?
There's so many good vibes just floating around in the world
And when the ground and sky combine, oh, yeah, I'm feeling more than fine
I'm so rock and rollie

Don't you feel it? Feel it, feel it
You know that I'm unf*ckwittable
Don't you feel it?
Mmh, na-mmh-na-ooh-no
You know that I'm unf*ckwittable

One day I knew no one could help me in Hell
Not many people are true, fake as the lies they tell, mmh, no, no, no
The world is filled with good vibes and that is what I seek
And now I'm feeling more than cool, oh, yeah, I'm feeling more than cool, yeah
Them Jokers can't help me

Don't you feel it? Feel it, feel it
You know that I'm unf*ckwittable
Don't you feel it?
Mmh, na-mmh-na-ooh-no
(You know, you know, you know)
You know that I'm unf*ckwittable

Don't you feel it? Feel it, feel it
You know that I'm unf*ckwittable
Don't you feel it?
Mmh, na-mmh-na-ooh-no
(Whoa, ooh)
(You know, you know)
You know that I'm unf*ckwittable

Oh
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Writer: Scott Mescudi
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Just What I Am

[Verse 1: King Chip]
I'm just what you made God - not many I trust
I'mma 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', tryin' to 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, "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', we livin'

[Hook: Kid Cudi]
I need smoke
I 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

[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, f*cking 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, f*ck yes I'm so odd
Thinking 'bout all my old friends who weren't my friends all along
Hm, 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

[Hook]

[Outro]
Need it to get by, ya
Willy
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Writer: CHARLES JAWANZAA WORTH, SCOTT MESCUDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, TUNECORE INC




Young Lady

Feat Father John Misty

(Verse 1: Kid Cudi)
In my head your smile appears clear
Wish it was my imagination
But in a way was a dream
Your eyes they tell it all, all and yea we got a good heart
And we're smart, you gotta go relate on your soul
But that's what turns a nigga on, strong
'Cause you gotta have your probably never, find out ever
I admire from afar, star
Keep going, none of the things you do it
You got it going on for later

(Hook x2)
Jesus Christ, girl!
You got it goin on young lady
Jesus Christ, girl!
You got it goin on young lady

(Verse 2: Kid Cudi)
How'd you get so f*ckin cool?
Fools pop tryna spit at you daily
The price you pay cause you're hot
Has anyone told you that you're fresh as hell
And I dig the way you wear your hair too
It makes you look more mature
See I just want to be a man, and
I think you can be the one to guide me
But who the f*ck am I kiddin?
And you know to say I'm wild boy
We'll be worried, come around and favor
You got it going on young lady

(Hook x2)
Jesus Christ, girl!
You got it goin on young lady
Jesus Christ, girl!
You got it goin on young lady

(Verse 3: Kid Cudi)
You turn a nigga on, these feelings I have
You'll find out never
Unless you're clever
I'll admire from afar, star
Keep doing all the good things you're doing
You got it going on, young lady

(Hook x2)
Jesus Christ, girl!
You got it goin on young lady
Jesus Christ, girl!
You got it goin on young lady
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Writer: SCOTT MESCUDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




King Wizard

This is me and my niggas, my family
And people that care about me, my fans
Fu** all these other niggas

I can't decide
Why their life's a lie
I push the lames aside
They'll learn
I can't ever front, know why
It's not my style, no lie
Fu** all the talk, in time
They'll burn

I can't decide
Why their life's a lie
I push the lames aside
They'll learn
I can't ever front, know why
Its not my style, no lie
They'll never take me alive
King Wizard!

You love that
Little bit of new, now throwback
Cleveland City snakeskin snapback
Niggas know that uniform, keep the brim low
You doubt him, don't know a damn thing about him
What is hip hop without him, y'all niggas just really don't know
Go, all day, every day, hold on with all might
I gave the world my heart and they gave the kids insight
Yup now fu** you I ain't left
I'm outta my mind like all the time
And a nigga ain't missed one step

I can't decide
Why their life's a lie
I push the lames aside
They'll learn
I can't ever front, know why
It's not my style, no lie
Fu** all the talk, in time
They'll burn

I can't decide
Why their life's a lie
I push the lames aside
They'll learn
I can't ever front, know why
Its not my style, no lie
They'll never take me alive
King Wizard!

My head hurt
Gotta give me something that'll make me feel good
I remember
Couldn't tell a nigga nothing, man I wish you would
Niggas ain't working, like me
I had to put my bill in
All this rose gold I'm dipped in
Dressed in coat
While I coast in clouds
That's my life babe, crystal clear, no cascade
I'm going, going I'm on a crusade
To save the kids from the weak shit
It's finally gonna be my world
Here all the girls can be my girl
Just sit back count stacks girl
Hold a nigga down all the time girl
What up?

I can't decide
Why their life's a lie
I push the lames aside
They'll learn
I can't ever front, know why
It's not my style, no lie
Fu** all the talk, in time
They'll burn

I can't decide
Why their life's a lie
I push the lames aside
They'll learn
I can't ever front, know why
Its not my style, no lie
They'll never take me alive
King Wizard!

I can't decide
Why their life's a lie
I can't decide
Why their life's a lie
In time
They'll burn

I can't decide
Why their life's a lie
In time
They'll burn
In time
They'll burn
In time
They'll burn

I can't decide
Why their life's a lie
I push the lames aside
They'll learn
I can't ever front, know why
It's not my style, no lie
Fu** all the talk, in time
They'll burn

I can't decide
Why their life's a lie
I push the lames aside
They'll learn
I can't ever front, know why
Its not my style, no lie
They'll never take me alive
King Wizard!

Yeah
Life will pay you back bitches
We ain't playing games
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Writer: SCOTT MESCUDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Immortal

[Intro]
I am the smartest man alive!
I tried to tell all my friends when I was a kid that I had powers
But no one wanted to believe me
Oh... alright

[Verse 1]
Spent the last month feeling bad by myself
I couldn't speak anything of real hope
And the day came when it hit me like lighting through my veins
A sudden change in my groove, in my walk
I got my lion heart and electric flowing through my brain
Shocking waves make me feel like I can float
It's like the city is mine and the dark is my cape
I can't explain this sudden peace in my home, I sure hope

[Hook]
I am living my life as if I had powers, and tonight I feel immortal
I said tonight I feel immortal, oh tonight I feel immortal, whoa

[Verse 2]
Bet you want to see me weak, not sort of my thing you see
I'm too damn cool, my mojo too dope
It's the same old thing, getting lost, day and night, young and lost in the vein
So many times I've broke this vicious cycle
I got my lion heart and electric flowing through my brain
Shocking waves make me feel like I can float
Surely I'mma do what I want, ain't got no one to blame
I can't explain this sudden peace in my walk, I sure hope

[Hook x2]
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Writer: BRUCE YOUNG, JASON MCEVOY, MIKE VICTORY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Solo Dolo, Pt. II

I don't need, I don't need nobody
Please shut the front door and walk right in
In the land of the man who rock it hard for them
Super Solo Dolo attack, run into that
If you'd like to know, yes, I am on acid
Who could it be? K-I-D
Searching all day in the streets for DMT
Don't sip it, though it couldn't answer
Drip, drip all day bumpin' MGMT, homie
Watch who you hate on, fam', without the facts
Sad niggas back in the hood bumpin' Ratatat
To me it was a dream, a fiend to understand that
You never seen a nigga like me?
I just tell 'em I'm an oxymoron when I open my mouth
Cause people talk shit before knowing what I'm about
But for sure these Cleveland boys is ill
But pretty soon your gutter bitches wildin' for real, it's such a trip
Hoes around the globe, I'm known to have a fet'
I don't do a thing and these bitches lickin' they lips
Me and Chip reflect on all the hate and jibber jabber
Mmm, you almost got me, but sucker I'm not a sucker
Better get on back
You pussy motherf*ckers get the Will Smith smack
And I am not a fronter, better look up the facts
The world know what it be
Mr. Rager, Solo Dolo see me and repeat it

Come, come now, last call, who want some?
It's just me, two bitches and dirty drums
Two lips to kiss, 22 other nuns
God blessed my tongue, God need it for life
Awkward like car rides, twiddling my thumbs
Pondering my next accomplishments
It's condescending to say I won
Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh?

I really want it I need it
Break bread or break fast
Before I blast and break legs, ride past
And they scream out "little Johnny is dead!"
You wish me well, I wish you hell
Eternity, no such thing as time will tell
Infirmary, burn like magnetic combustion
Bad credit with me, and paramedics are hustlin'
What's the definition of water?
Sherm sticks, simply got 'em everywhere you caught us
Turn quick, I don't wanna play this for my daughter
And if my son heard it, probably look at you as his father
I'm proud of myself in a bad way
Halfway house, tell that to me halfway
I'm passin' out, ass whoopin'
Your ass lookin' for Michelle Obama 'til I bang on you
They couldn't

Come, come now, last call, who want some?
It's just me, two bitches and dirty drums
Two lips to kiss, 22 other nuns
God blessed my tongue, God need it for life
Awkward like car rides, twiddling my thumbs
Pondering my next accomplishments
It's condescending to say I won
Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh?
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Writer: BILL CONTI, KENDRICK LAMAR, SCOTT MESCUDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Girls

Right, alright
Right, alright
Right, alright
Right, right, right

I'm single in the streets bout to get it in
Talking bout some drinking and some mingling
Can't believe what I'm seeing, man, all these girls, look, look
Hmm get in the car y'all just wanna make her feel hot
Let me smell your sin girl damn you look so
No groupies, see a blonde girl with a brunette
See a nigga cruising in the red benz
That's a one, two, double up, triple up
So many surprises oh so many colours and sizes
Love them, I want them, they need me
I'm rolling, coasting

I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go
So many colours and sizes, so many surprises

I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go

I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go

So many colours and sizes, so many surprises
I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go

Guess what, a nigga turnt up
All the windows closed for the roast up
Club club letting out feelin' post up
All I need is somebody to fly with and smoke this tree
Down for doing acid
Slim up on that waist, but that ass fit
Let me feel your skin on mine unwind whats on your mind
And tell me somethin' that moves me
Seen all types, different continents
Nothing more intriguing than an accent
That's a one, two, double up, get it up
So many surprises, so many colours and sizes
Love them (mmh) they're so dope, they're so dope
We're rolling, coasting

I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go
I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go
I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go
I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go

When you live like me, you get used to fun
There's an endless supply of the beautiful ones
Open up those exotic thighs
The baddest little bitch half-black, half-thai
Don't be prejudiced, 'cause she's mixed
I'd still f*ck the blackest bitch
That's how it is if you in my world
Light skin, white momma you a white girl
And I got that fever
And a big thick you know what I wanna feed her
Met a girl named maria, its your turn, I love them senoritas
I like to f*ck 'em, but then I said f*ck 'em
Lil momma can get a little something
Og too short don't stop
All the pretty girls call me todd

I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go (let me see that body)
I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go
I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go
I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go

They love me
Yum
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Writer: DANIEL BRATTAIN, CHANTEL ROQUEMORE, DERRICK ORDOGNE, SHELLY GOODHOPE, DARRELL MITCHELL, TANESA TARVIN, TODD SHAW
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




New York City Rage Fest


[Instrumental]
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Red Eye

(feat. Haim)

Haim!!

(Verse)
Love, hate, play this game of give and take
Won't stay, we all make mistakes
I'll say, what a wonderful escape
I erase
Hey, hey, hey

(Hook)
Things get crazy and I feel like I'm losing my mind
I don't know what to do
I'm going insane and I really don't know why
There's only one thing to do
I'm floating through the night on a red eye red eye
Floating through the night on a red eye red eye
I'm floating through the night on a red eye red eye
Floating through the night on a red eye red eye

I can't understand, I don't understand it
The visions in my head
I just can't make sense of it

(x2)
Cause I can never run, I can never run
I can never run, there's no use for it baby
I can never run, I can never run
I can never run, I'm so used to you baby

(Hook x4)
Things get crazy and I feel like I'm losing my mind
I don't know what to do
I'm going insane and I really don't know why
There's only one thing to do
I'm floating through the night on a red eye red eye
Floating through the night on a red eye red eye
I'm floating through the night on a red eye red eye
Floating through the night on a red eye red eye
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Writer: ALANA MYCHAL HAIM, CHAUNCEY A. HOLLIS, DANIELLE SARI HAIM, ESTE ARIELLE HAIM, SCOTT RAMON SEGURO MESCUDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Mad Solar

(Verse)
I guess I'm a loony, I guess I'm on one
Guess I'm just a star of my movie
They say I'm the chosen and so it goes
I'm supposed to live and grow old and die alone
Talking to myself in the mirror
No one wanna talk loony to loony
So much problems will fill you
Especially friends who're never good friends
But wanna act like they know me
You better keep strong keep on rolling now
Ain't no thing you don't really need me
You see the pressure is growing
Hard times they mold ya
Tell the haters 'I told ya'
Let the world see how you win
No matter how you seem to them

F*ck 'em (x3)

(Hook x2)
And people think I'm mad or on one
Won't you tell them I'm mad solar
All the things that bother me
Ain't no other way I can be
And people think I'm mad or on one
Won't you tell them I'm mad solar
M.A.D S.O.L.A.R

(Verse)
I guess I'm looney, I guess I'm on one
Guess I gotta finish my movie
See my heart has been swollen, it's healin' slow
Hope I dont live to grow old no one at home
Starin at myself in the mirror they want to know one
Wanna find out about the real me
Soon moments reveal you
Especially friends who were never good friends
But wanna act like they know me
You better keep goiung keep strollin
Its so crazy how you think you can play me
Show them pussies you're growin
Hard times they mold ya
Tell the haters 'I told ya'
Let the world see how you win
No matter how you seem to them

(Hook)
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Writer: SCOTT MESCUDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Beez

(Verse 1: RZA)
Who could take a single buck, an empty cup, a stroke of luck
F*ck around and reconstruct it up to a million bucks
In God we trust, every part of us is marvelous
You Krusty Krab squad, ya'll will rust, ya'll ain't hard enough
Demolition expert, I exert through your network while the text work, jerk
There's holes inside your sweatshirt
Through your apparel, through your blood, through your bone marrow
Precise with this mic device, slice your pie like Sobrours
You falling nigga, and you can't get up
You been stalling motherf*cker and your ass is stuck.
Brooklyn, Brownsville, baby stay with the Killer Hill crazy.
It grows up above the booth
And conceils my three eighty
Are you running for this money money
Hunting eggs like easter bunny
Geeks trying to beast upon me
Freak,I will eat a zombie.
Calm and double while you jumping through these hurdles, silly rabbit
The race is over, is won by the turtle
Metal machinery, purple herbal mixed with that greenery
I don't write songs, grasshopper, I write scenaries
Everything ain't what it seems to be
What it means to you it don't mean to me
Bzzzz, a sting from the killer bees.

(Hook x4)
In God I trust, no I don't give no f*cks
(Dropping them them them, motherf*cking Beez)

(Verse 2: RZA)
I pass any test of litmus
I workout at 24 fitness
On the weekends, I sip Belvedere with that citrus
My dogs is vicious, exotic
Life is good, I live every day like it's Christmas
Happy New Year, I does what the f*ck I wanna do here
I splash that Gucci shit from the shirt to the shoewear
Trust the rings out, wife beater tee with the wings out
Long dick stamina, I f*ck a bird til she sings out
La la la la, body could convert Lady Gaga
Dr Hannibal sexual, I'm classy like Impala
Plus I'm federal, when it comes to making dollas
Like Jigga nigga man, if you hear me then holla
Four rings like the Green Lantern
You see me in the mean phantom
Pushing over there in Ohio, outside of Canton
Or maybe in the Grotti rugged projects of Stanton
Tall redbone in my shower, she looking like Paula Patton

(Hook)
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Writer: BRAD JORDAN, DOUG KING, ISAAC HAYES, ROBERT F. DIGGS, SCOTT RAMON SEGURO MESCUDI, WILLIE DENNIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Brothers

Featuring A$AP Rocky & King Chip

[Verse 1: King Chip]
If my n*ggas don't f*ck wit' you, I don't f*ck wit' you
That's just a code in my hood, don't let these guns hit you
Be a man of your word, don't ever let 'em ever play you
Stand up for your sh*t, make sure these haters pay you
Can't nothing stop a room full of real n*ggas
I got some bad rich b*tches, they my real n*ggas
It's like working four jobs not to kill n*ggas
My little n*ggas love to ride by and spill n*ggas
If y'all fell out over some chips that ain't your real n*gga
If y'all fell out over a chick that ain't your real n*gga
Before I be a house n*gga be a field n*gga
I gotta put off the chick, call in my trill n*gga
I met Duke in '92 when we still n*ggas
Rockin' Hilfiger's before they was like chill n*ggas
Living well, me and my n*ggas gon' eat
Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet

[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Hey yo, alright
This is how it's supposed to be
[x4]

Hey yo, alright[x4]

[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky]
Max with the homies, try to teach them things
Teach them how to make a piece of change, even keep the change
But they never change, bought a set of chains with another chain
Upgraded to a better chain, that Beretta sing
Shoes on the 'rari start to look like hooves
Pigs by the crib start to look like wolves
Money never change me, only change the situation
The paper I be chasin' got them sucka n*ggas hatin'
Started from the pavement, basement Satan,
Couldn't match my claims so they compare me to a mason
Free like slaves but they based and crazy
We talkin' 'bout crack or we talkin' 'bout blacks?
So for the blunted, then they pickin' the gun up
Motherf*ckers is trippin' if it in in the run up
Then they gettin' the come up, yup b*tch
And they do with the sun up
And this is for my n*ggas and my gang
Through the fortune and the fame
Only thing that never change is my n*ggas

[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Hey yo, alright
This is how it's supposed to be
[x4]

Hey yo, alright[x4]

[Verse 3: Kid Cudi]
I got the n*ggas that I need with me
Any issues my n*gga you know to please hit me
No questions, no hesitation when it come to holding fam down,
If you creep me the f*ck out, you probably ain't around
Now you can hate on the side lines, I'm skippin' past
You got me f*cked up, keep talkin' and kiss my ass
No sweatin' the ho sh*t, too in tune with the family
I do got the ones that do know Scott
They give me the love that a n*gga need
If it's a place to stay or a dime sack of weed
Word to Dennis
Brought me thick and thin until we finished
Focused to keep the pockets replenished
Clothes on our kids
And keep my n*ggas from goin' away on a bid
Only wanted all the fly sh*t when we got big
Chasin' these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib
Beat n*ggas up so bad 'bout it they go blind about it
We all grown, families of our own
Providing for 'em real n*ggas, real morals that's the code
For em' so long as I am my brotha's keeper
He will provide me with a 9 if I need or a street sweeper
The love I have for my n*ggas is another type
You got a real n*gga down with you for your whole life
Love for my n*ggas,
The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad my n*gga

[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Hey yo, alright
This is how it's supposed to be
[x4]
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Writer: CHARLES JAWANZAA WORTH, RAKIM MAYERS, SCOTT MESCUDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Burn Baby Burn

Element of the surprise
Such a spectacular thing I cannot, lie
So many things people wanna limit you to be
I show you a glimmer inside the spectrum of the wizard
Well known as a getter and a nigga with a plan
The negative that come out they mouth, so sad
When I smash wipe the smirk off their face, my bad
Who bad? I am, my dad raised one hell of a man
At eleven I had to throw on the pants
Still don't feel appreciated and not by my own fam
All good, I'll be tucked away in them shadows
Workin' in sweats solve the riddle and soon I'm ready for battle
Move my fans with my love and they move me with theirs
We unified by the dark and middle fingers in air
Come on who gon' go half on a zone
Oh, thought I would be done off the coke, no
Let me tell you something ho
Been said everything that shine ain't gold
Been skeetin' on pretty faces then my heart switched cold
Been the nigga sittin' in hell in fresh ass clothes
I know what it feels like to have a broken nose
And ain't nobody hit you in it
It's really cause that shit that you snorted and put all in it
That time you thought I was finished no I just experimented
And it helped me adjust and be OK, with being demented
By the way nigga these cars ain't rented I give a f*ck who sees
So I don't bother rollin' tinted look who the f*ck it be
That skinny Cleveland niggie I stay reppin' my city bitch
Been smokin' no jokin' cudder's had that itch
So I scratch, so please no more speculation 'bout that

Burn baby, burn, truthfully and noted
I'm back so please no more speculation 'bout that
Burn baby, burn, truthfully and noted
I'm back, niggas think I'm livin' life paranoid
(Mothaf*ck that, man)
Aw, they got me twisted, they don't know that boy
(Mothaf*ck that, man)
I'm just gettin' busy killin' it, gettin' busy
(Mothaf*ck them, man)
I just wanna watch it burn, baby, burn
Niggas think I'm living life paranoid
(Mothaf*ck that, man)
Aw, they got me twisted, they don't know that boy
(Mothaf*ck that, man)
I'm just gettin' busy killin' it, I'm gettin' busy
(Mothaf*ck them, man)
Now it's time to watch 'em burn baby, burn

Ah, my leg!
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Writer: SCOTT MESCUDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Lord Of The Sad And Lonely

[Kid Cudi]
(Lord of the Sad and Lonely)
Won't you tell me who is; the supreme leader
Still want to use like I'm not a human eater
Move and groove, make the bitch linger
Want more than the dick, gold on the ring finger
Not the one who wanna play dumb, see I'm from Cleveland bitch
I'm up in the hills still keep it way trill
And most wanna relax, someone tell me how that feel
I say that loud until I go an pop this pill
I say out loud 'you wanna let me cop a feel?'
Now I pray out loud but I know my god ill
Bounce with me If you don't give a f*ck simply
Fed up won't let up on the overtime
The more I work, the more they wanna sweat mine
I can feel those lames they love to speak my name
Sometimes dreams of breakin niggas whole faces
And f*ck the precinct, ain't scared of catchin' cases
Sky might fall, but I ain't worried at all
Got me some xannies and a couple adderall
Plus these racks up on the strippers at the mall
With the spirit of god and some Gandalf balls
Lord of the sad and lonely
And the ones that feel like shit on the daily
Don't let these phony niggas and hoes
Be the ones that bring you low
Let it be from the fatigue from making a pussy plead
All of the things I've seen and survived
Make a nigga feel way more than just alive
You know my name you know my face
All hail King Wizard in your motherf*cking space
You love it

[Hook:]
Yep, yep, yep
Lord of the sad and lonely
Yep, yep, yep
Lord of the sad and lonely
And the ones that feel like shit on the daily
I got you, you love it

[Verse 2]
Now I can show you how to make a new Domingo Dean
In a way in which this universe has never seen
I feel the tension when I'm struttin' in my Prada boots
Check with my fresh, if you want I can style you
My profession is to wild you,
Nigga How you not better than me listen I swear to Jesus
I feel like Baby back in 99
In the SLS stunting and it's all mine
Shitting on these nigga sipping on some Swiss Kriss
I got jewelry that is sitting on my sick wrist
My liver f*cking up my floor, see I'm getting pissed
Work too damn hard here for the shenanigans
Don't hang around bums
And that's how I went fe fi fo fum
Haters are doing dumb things
No fun, no jokes, no smile
Just a grin that suggest I'm the best
Living like I got a motherf*cking [?]
At all times
So many kids live their life through my rhymes
See I'm in love with you all to the end
When shit was dark for me you were my only friends
On the realer
So smoke some tree for your nigga
Ain't nobody got my bounce, know my juicy ounce
Walk in rooms and f*ckboys close their mouth
The Cud life, you know what we about

Lord of the Sad and Lonely
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Writer: SCOTT MESCUDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Cold Blooded

I got my head on a swivel
Think its time I open my mind where I left it
Nigga make it easy, make sure that they can't delete me
I'm bout to be rewire your whole f*cking mainframe
I'm sick of the same, lame old same thing
I got some bubonic you might wanna mix with some whisk
I got a vendetta with showing niggas that I'm way better
Feeling way worthless, the lost black sheep of G.O.O.D. Music
Only good for a hook, huh? Let me show you flows
Intuitive when it comes to many things I know
Cold, most winters I would dream of being a winner
Feeling like less than shit to the doubters
Pain I promise to all who oppose my knowledge
My reign, the f*cking essence of pain f*ck rain
Standing in a monsoon of cool, time will tell
This is what it is when you're walking to hell

Cold, bitch you know I'm cold yea
I'm one cold blooded nigga
Oh so cold
Niggas know I'm cold yea
I'm one cold blooded nigga
Owie

I love how I can make so many people feel uneasy
Walk right passed I know you hoes see me
Can't deny the shine of a Jedi
World class almighty super Cudder the Godly
Went from divas to smoking 'tiva that was my hobbies
I love shittin' on these niggas that is my fave
Can't f*ck with an unstoppable force
That lives with no regrets and of course no remorse
One two one two, assholes now please listen close
I live for the day to watch all you pussies roast
Whoosah whoosah, so I don't slit nobody throat
Aw it ain't my fault, homie thought he had the juice
Bash a nigga face in, watch the blood leak
Put my ear where his jaw was, tell a nigga to speak
Standing in a monsoon of cool, karma is my armor
Was only scared of my father, beyond that I'm

Cold, bitch you know I'm cold yea
I'm one cold blooded nigga
Oh so cold
Niggas know I'm cold yea
I'm one cold blooded nigga

Cold, bitch you know I'm cold yea
I'm one cold blooded nigga
Oh so cold
Niggas know I'm cold yea
I'm one cold blooded nigga
Owie
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Writer: SCOTT MESCUDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Afterwards (Bring Yo Friends)

[ Featuring Michael Bolton, King Chip ]

Have us a good time, and I ain't gonna lie
Got some friends around, nigga slide by
Have us a good time and I ain't gonna lie
Got some friends around me, got some friends around me

Have us a good time, and I ain't gonna lie
Got some friends around, nigga slide by
Have us a good time and I ain't gonna lie
Got some friends around me, got some friends around me

We should go to my home
Afterwards, come on
Bring your friends, we should go to my home
Afterwards, come on
We should go to my home
Afterwards, come on
Bring your friends, we should go to my home
Afterwards, come on
Bring your friends
Bring your friends
Bring your friends

My people be on across the globe
Don't box me in, claustrophobe
Tonight we alive, we should give 'em a show
And my living room dance floor is ready to go

See my people be on across the globe
Don't box me in, claustrophobe
Tonight we alive, we should give em a show
And my living room dance floor is ready to go

(Bring your friends)
Ready to go
(Bring your friends)
Ready to go

We should go to my home
Afterwards, come on
Bring your friends, we should go to my home
Afterwards, come on
We should go to my home
Afterwards, come on
Bring your friends, we should go to my home
Afterwards, come on
Bring your friends

Bring your friends

Just bounce, no hands
Girl show you how to do this dance, just bounce, no hands

Just bounce with me (no hands)
Just bounce with me (girl show you how to do this dance)
Just bounce with me (no hands)
Just bounce with me (girl show you how to do this dance)
Ain't it nice, ain't it nice, so right, come rage with me
Ain't it right, so nice, yeah, come rage with me, yeah
So right, so right, so nice, come rage with me, yeah
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Writer: CHARLES JAWANZAA WORTH, SCOTT MESCUDI
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




The Flight of the Moon Man


[Instrumental]
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Back to: Kid Cudi


Indicud (stylized in all lowercase) is the third studio album by American rapper Kid Cudi. It was released on April 16, 2013, by GOOD Music, Wicked Awesome Records, and Republic Records. It was the first album of Cudi's solo career to not be an installment of his Man on the Moon series. The album's cover artwork was designed by Kid Cudi himself, who also served as an executive producer of Indicud. It was Cudi's goal to make more uptempo and positive music with the album. He described it as a completely new format compared to his previous albums.

The album's record production was handled entirely by Cudi as well, with only record producer Hit-Boy co-producing one track, while Cudi's WZRD bandmate Dot da Genius, provided drums on two. The album features guest appearances from King Chip, Kendrick Lamar, Too Short, RZA, ASAP Rocky, Father John Misty, Michael Bolton and Haim.

During the early release of Indicud, it was preceded by four singles - "Just What I Am", "King Wizard", "Immortal" and "Girls". Indicud debuted at number two in the United States. With sales of 139,000 copies and debuted at number 32 on the UK Albums Chart, becoming Cudi's highest-charting album on the chart, while entering at number two on the UK R&B Chart. The album received mixed reviews from critics.
Performed By: Kid Cudi
Genre(s): Hip hop, experimental hip hop
Length: 70:44
Released: April 16th, 2013
Year: 2013

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